"Oh no," I heard and turned.
"What?" I asked, and they looked at me reluctantly.
"We're nearing a dead end," she said, and the blood drained from my face.
I looked back and saw that the herd was close. I reached for my dagger, ready to fight, but noticed a window out of the corner of my eye. It was small but large enough for us to pass through one after another.
"The window!" I shouted, and they nodded, understanding my statement without any explanation needed.
"You go first," one of them said, though her companion reluctantly agreed.
I turned and grabbed my daggers quickly. I stopped running and let them get to the window before me. I stabbed and slashed as fast as I could, but there was no end to them.
"Cady," I heard from behind me and pushed the person grabbing me before running to the window. "Hurry!"
"From the top of my head to my fingertips," I whispered, slashing at the air before climbing in the window and moving out of the way. I might have killed a lot of them, but there were more than I could handle.
The base district was large, and considering that only two people survived, the number of undead would be unreal.
The two were having difficulty holding onto the wall, so I tossed them my daggers, still holding onto the window. I raised my leg to reach for the dagger in my boot, but it was hard; I had to switch between hands to avoid getting bitten.
I managed to grab it and stabbed the wall beside me before letting go of the window. I had a hard time regaining my balance and almost fell. I dangled there and tried using my legs to steady myself, but it was difficult.
One of the undead caught hold of my jacket and dragged me. I pulled the dagger out and almost fell, but thanks to the group holding me, I didn't. They couldn't hold on for long and soon fell off.
Meanwhile, I used the opportunity to stab the spot beneath me. As they fell, I did too, but I had a tight grip on the dagger. I steadied myself with it and looked down; beneath me was an even larger group.
I looked at the people I was with, and they were both trying to hold on. They had let go of their swords a long time ago.
'Those were my favorite swords.'
"We'll have to move," I shouted, and got nods. I raised my leg to grab the other dagger for support.
I always have a dagger on both legs, two behind me, and if I'm fully equipped, two in front or more, but I was out of daggers.
I used the daggers as support to reach the others.
"We'll have to support each other," I said, passing one of my daggers to them. They passed it and hit it on the other side; the first person moved, and we did, moving the daggers as we went. We just had to avoid the group below us.
We struggled and almost slipped a few times, but we continued moving, hoping to get away from the group below us.
We continued that pattern, trying to avoid the herd, and a part of me believed we'd succeed, but something unexpected happened.
Something exploded below us, making us lose our balance and fall.
I managed to focus my aura in time to strengthen my back and ease the impact of the fall. My companions must have been thinking the same thing because they were also standing up.
The moans approaching us from the smoke were all we needed to snap back into action. They were reaching for us as they advanced.
We barely escaped one and entered another. The explosion killed some of the undead, but more came because of it.
We didn't have any weapons on us and had hundreds of morons to deal with. I looked around, hoping to spot my daggers, but they were also gone.
'They were my favorites.'
I pushed the undead that was holding onto me and moved toward the others. They looked around, obviously as distressed as I was.
"What do we do?" one of them asked.
Should I use magic? Can I trust them? Will they hide it? Will they do what I say?
If the truth comes out about my ability to use magic and the forbidden technique I employ, things would get messy. Is it even forbidden? The technique shouldn't exist, but it does, and it's supposed to be dangerous, but too bad its user doesn't have the skills to make it truly hazardous.
All I can do is blow up things and heal myself, except if I let it out, and I can't. Elton would be implicated too if things go south, but they'd cover for him since he's irreplaceable and a male.
'Is this the time to worry about consequences?'
I felt dizzy watching them approach us. I had to make a choice fast, but I couldn't fight the answer.
I have to continue my search for Elton, and I can't endanger these two just because I'm worried about the consequences of the truth coming out.
'Will I have to kill them?'
My mind was racing as we pressed closer together, hoping to avoid the undead approaching us. I had to act fast, or we'd all die for nothing, and I couldn't become one of those things.
Reveal the truth and hope these people are trustworthy while taking a risk I might regret, or do nothing and die. I can't just die; I have to find Elton first.
"Can you two keep a secret for me?" I asked.
"Don't tell me anything; it makes me think we'd actually die," the one who had been talking since we met said. She looked like the older one between the two. It finally clicked that they looked alike.
"Are you sisters?" I asked.
"You just noticed?" the other asked.
"Yes, I'm Julie, and this is my twin sister, Taylor," she said, and I nodded, pushing away the undead that was close to me.
"We want to look for our older sister, but with the look of things, that'll be hard," Taylor said.
"We'll have to survive this to find anyone," I said, pushing the undead away.
I don't have a choice anymore.
'Oh, wait, I can do that.'