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Page 11: Unexpected Allies

 

 

“It's bad enough that everything has gone to shit,” the man pointed a finger at Ginnard as they closed in on one another.

 

Ginnard swung the knife, and the man dodged back, swung the table leg, and missed. They both fixed their stance, raising their hands, readying their weapons to defend themselves against all causes.

 

Amira took two steps closer, then looked up the street at the officers. She was worried but anxious because the SWAT officers hadn't noticed them just yet. “Hey guys, it's not worth this. We all need to find somewhere safe to go,” she tried to alleviate the situation with words. She noticed the officers starting to build a perimeter. She began to step backward in the direction of the house that the man exited from. "We don't have time for this."

 

Ginnard swung the knife three times, missing each attempt, before Tekk appeared out of nowhere with a pole from an aluminum fence, smashing it into the man's head and forcing him to drop the table leg. He stumbled, and before Amira could reach them, Ginnard seized the moment, swinging the knife once more.

 

The blade smashed into the man's jaw, and he screamed in agony. Ginnard pulled it back, and the man grabbed hold of his face. Ginnard swung the blade again, and the man put up a hand, which the blade sank into.

 

The man pulled back, and the blade came out. Amira rushed over, shoving the man to the side, and he fell to the ground.

 

Amira put her hands up, slightly open at the lower sides of her face, her chin lowered, and her eyes focused on Ginnard. However, she also noticed Tekk to her side.

 

“Seriously, what the fuck you 'bout to do?” Ginnard smirked. “Bitch, you should’ve ran.”

 

He swung the blade with his right hand. Amira leaned back, allowing the blade to cut through the wind. As the knife passed, Amira took her right hand, chopping the inside of the man’s arm that swung the blade, while her left hand grabbed the man’s wrist simultaneously and forced the man’s hand towards his chest.

 

Ginnard's eyes widened when he felt the blade of his own knife slide into his chest. He locked eyes with Amira, a look of disbelief on his face, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.  He stumbled back and fell against an abandoned vehicle, then to the ground.

 

“What the fuck?” Tekk launched at Amira, ignoring the amazing skill set she just displayed.

 

Amira didn’t respond with words; she readied herself, anticipating his next move fueled by anger. As Tekk prepared for an overhead smash with the pole, Amira knew exactly what to do, committing herself fully to the imminent clash. She didn’t inch into the fight; instead, she stayed at the end of the pole, adding another twelve inches for safety.

 

Amira observed the telltale signs in Tekk’s facial expressions and recognized the beginning of his pole-raising motion. He telegraphed his attack, slow and obvious. ‘Very slow,’ she thought to herself, knowing that her speed would be her advantage.

 

As Tekk stretched his arm back for the attack, Amira’s hands went up, arms stretching out towards him. Her head was slightly tucked between her arms as a precaution. She wanted to ensure that if the slow-moving man gained sudden speed and the pole reached its target, it would hit her arm or tricep instead of her head.

 

Tekk’s right arm came smashing in at an overhead-side angle. Amira swiftly used her left arm, already positioned up, to perform an over-hook on Tekk’s swinging arm. She brought his arm to her side, then locked his wrist at her side with her left elbow. While maintaining a grip on Tekk’s swinging arm, it’s essential to note that while her left arm executed the over-hook, her right arm simultaneously locked Tekk in with a collar tie. If the situation was being monitored, it would showcase the coordinated movements of Amira’s strategic prowess in close combat.

 

She released Tekk’s right arm and mirrored her left hand with her right hand, establishing a full clinch behind Tekk’s neck. Taking a significant walking step forward, she swung her left foot over to the outside of Tekk’s left foot. Using her right hand, she shifted her tie clinch from his neck to his left elbow, pushing it to his right while exerting extreme force on the neck, shoulders, and head, pushing it all to his left. Tekk tripped over the foot she strategically placed on the outside of his, sending him slamming to the ground with a resounding thud.

 

With swift precision, her knee found its place in his side as she delivered two powerful blows to Tekk’s head, rendering him unconscious. The calculated sequence of moves again demonstrated Amira’s mastery of close-quarters combat. She turned towards the road where the officers had vanished, the echoes of their presence lingering in the form of an abandoned truck. The groans of the injured man who had come to her aid filled the air.

 

"Come on," she approached him as he struggled to rise. "We need to get inside." She wrapped an arm around his waist, and he reciprocated by placing his arm over her shoulder. A sudden realization struck her, prompting a question, "Is there someone else inside?" The urgency of the situation made her aware of the uncertainty awaiting them.

 

The man's groans were a reminder that he had been stabbed in the mouth, but Amira couldn't afford to pause and assess his condition. They had to keep moving. Their lives depended on it.

 

They were jolted by the distant clamor of footsteps, growing louder and more haphazard. Spinning around, they confronted a group of four undead figures charging toward them.

 

In a sudden burst of autonomy, the man withdrew his hand from over Amira’s shoulder. Together, they sprinted toward the nearby house, urgently seeking refuge. Slamming the door shut and securing it, they both retreated, anticipating the inevitable pounding of the undead against the entrance.

 

Contrary to their grim expectations, a new threat emerged. The staccato rhythm of gunfire reached their ears, signaling a perilous proximity. At that moment, they would have preferred the ominous pounding at the door over the imminent danger that lurked outside.

 

The man walked over to the other man who came in with Amira. "Damn it, Donald, I told you not to go out there," he scolded, pulling his friend away from the door and into the hall.

 

"Come on!" Hannah waved Amira along.

 

"Whoa!" Amira was surprised to see Hannah. As famous as Amira is, she is an even bigger fan of Hannah Hush. Amira looked down and noticed Hannah was actually wearing rollerblades. It was something Hannah claimed she did twenty-four-seven. And here she was, the world gone to shit, and 'The Lovely Hannah Hush' was running around on rollerblades. "She is the best," Amira whispered to herself as she followed suit.

 

No sooner than they all were in the hallway, there was a knock on the front door. "It's safe to come out now!" an officer yelled from the other side of the door.

 

The small crew inside knew better. They rushed to the back door as quickly and as quietly as possible. Donald held his hand over his bloody face with his friend at his side. Hannah's rollerblades swayed down the hall.

 

There was a loud BOOM! The front door flew open, and the group of survivors jolted towards the back exit. Donald made it to the back door first. He unlocked it and began to open it when the other guy shoved Donald to the floor and escaped through the door first.

 

Hannah stood over Donald and helped him up while Amira made her way to them. “Get up!” Amira urged Donald as soon as he was on his feet.

 

They were all out in the back when they witnessed the first guy leaping over the wall and into the alley. Hannah skated past Donald, and Amira followed suit. Amira admired Hannah. Despite being an inspiration to millions of females, Amira’s admiration was reserved for the YouTube sensation known as the Lovely Hannah Hush.

 

For a moment, Amira slowed her pace, aware that Hannah was wearing rollerblades and would need help getting over the eight-foot wall. Until she reached it, Hannah never slowed down; her arms went up, and her knees bent. Amira became very curious. Before Amira could question the situation, Hannah sprung up, hands on deck at the top of the wall. Her body went up in motion as the wheels of her rollerblades left the ground, as if Hannah was made of paper.

 

She rose and twisted in the air. Her entire body cleared the eight-foot wall as she pushed herself over. Amira could hear Hannah’s rollerblades make contact with the ground. Amira jumped up next. In mid-flight, she noticed Donald grabbing at the top of the wall. She twisted her body and landed with her bottom, sitting on the wall. Looking down at Donald, she said, “Give me your hand.” She reached out. 

 

She grasped his hand while tossing one of her legs over the wall for better balance. Pulling Donald up, he reached the top and threw one arm over to get a grip. Just then, a shout rang out, "Get down now!" from one of the SWAT officers.

 

A shot fired, prompting Amira to throw herself backward, over the wall, and into the alley. She landed on the concrete, already preparing to spring back to her feet before hitting the ground.

 

Hannah was already in motion, gliding backward through the alley. "Amira, hurry up!" Hannah shouted as Amira pushed off all fours to rocket forward and take flight, sprinting upright.

 

It was obvious that Donald wouldn't be joining them due to all the shots being fired on the other side of the wall. The first guy must have gone the other way, which was the closer corner. The sudden stoppage of Donald's cries pushed Amira harder.

 

"Holy shit, you're fast!" Hannah smiled as Amira caught up almost instantly. Hannah was pleased; she didn't need to slow down on her rollerblades so that Amira could keep up.

 

They were out of the alley and into the next, then out and into the next in no time. "Hey," Amira hissed at Hannah. "Wait." They both slowed their pace. Amira pointed Hannah's attention towards a group of staggering figures up ahead.

 

They ducked and hurried alongside the parked vehicles. Amira looked at Hannah, stooping and shuffling slightly in between short moments of gliding. "You really feel comfortable running around with those on?" But it felt like a stupid question to be asking.

 

Amira already knew the answer. She'd seen Hannah live on social media enough times being asked that very same question. If it wasn't so dark outside, Hannah might have noticed the redness showing on Amira's face through her caramel brown skin complexion.