Walk of the Dead

With every slice, Adrian looks in the direction of the fleeing bus. He catches short glimpses of Alex in the back window before the bus makes a left turn. Short glimpses, but enough to see her in tears. He has to keep fighting. The second he's done; the rippers will turn their attention to the bus and follow them. He's got to give them more time. Under his feet, the ground is becoming more and more saturated with blood and body parts. It's getting harder and harder for him to maintain his footing. Alex's words give him a purpose, give him strength. "I LOVE YOU!" keeps replaying over and over in his heads as the circle of dead continue to close in on him. The hungry groaning of the dead is deafening, but all he can hear is those three little words… "I LOVE YOU!" over and over again. Constantly turning in a circle and swinging with all his might, Alex's sword so sharp, cuts cleanly through everything it touches. Heads, arms, necks… but he's still not even making a dent in the dead. His muscles start to tighten. Adrian is in great shape, but no one can keep up this pace for too long. He starts to get winded. The bus is no longer in sight. "How far have they gotten?" He thinks to himself. "Keep pushing! Keep fighting!" He tells himself… "Till you can't move anymore! For Alex! For David and Abigail! For everyone!" He begins to slow down. He doesn't want to, but his body is giving up on him. After every ripper he kills he tells himself, "Just one more… Just one more." Fighting through the pain and believing… hoping, that the bus is far enough away, he begins to accept his fate. The hungry roar of the rippers seems to get louder at this point. Is it his acceptance of his fate? Louder still! "Wait! What's that sound?" He's heard it before. At the bus yard. Like rolling thunder…