A cobweb of thoughts swirled around Sasha's mind as she made her way up the steps. Like; Is the government developing a cure for this disease? Are they still sending out rescue teams? Is there even still a government?
Sasha's footsteps fell silent against the carpeted floors as she continued up the stairs. Her eyes came into contact with a gruesome view. Her blood ran cold as she witnessed the corpse lying on the steps above, it was blocking her path to the door to the third floor. She glimpsed around her area, seeing if there was any danger before she placed her daggers in their holdings. She stooped down to the body, and she grabbed its feet to drag it from her way when she noticed something strange. The eyes were open and by the green colour to them, Sasha realised he wasn't one of them — he wasn't a zombie. She examined him some more until she saw a bullet wound to the side of his head.
The next thing she thought was he probably got bitten and then took his own life before he could turn into one of the undead, so she scanned the area for a gun, but she didn't see one.
Someone had shot this man, but why?
Her eyes lowered to a tattoo depicting the American flag on his right arm, it had a red X running across it. She thought it seemed odd. She wondered what it meant.
She pulled the body from the door and settled it to the side of the steps. She armed herself with her daggers once more, and then she pushed the door open to the third floor.
The first thing that greeted her was a malodorous stench. It burned the inside of her nose, crawling up her nostrils and down her throat. Sasha spat on the floor as her eyes watered. There was no doubt in her mind, the undead was near.
With precise and vigilant strides she stepped onto the corridor. Her head swung from left to right, surveying the area for zombies. Her eyes landed on a pool of blood on the floor to her right.
She tiptoed across the hall and analyzed the blood. By the way it glistened and slid down the wall, Sasha knew it was fresh. Then she saw drag marks going to the right of the hall. It was like someone or something dragged a body on the carpet to the right.
Sasha gulped as fear ate away at her soul. Her thoughts immediately went to Tashell, she knew Tashell must have arrived at the floor around ten minutes before her since she stopped to examine the body in her path. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to her.
She held her breath as she followed the drag marks.
"Grrr!"
Sasha paused.
She placed her back against the wall and peered around the corner. She exhaled when she saw the undead that was feasting on the rodent. It was a blonde lady wearing a royal blue tunic.
Sasha moved with stealth as she crept up behind it and stabbed it in the skull. The rat fell from its mouth as the zombie dropped to the floor.
Sasha looked ahead of her and realised that this was the end of the corridor. So Tashell must have been to the left of the corridor from where she entered.
She stood to her feet.
"Impressive!"
Sasha spun around startled by the voice.
With her knives raised, she said, "Who the fuck are you?" Her knees buckled as she examined the tall, beautiful man in front of her. His muscular frame was covered in army attire. He stood there like a God, with his dark brown hair slicked back to perfection, but his eyes were something special, the grey-blue orbs fiercely stared at her making Sasha feel naked. With her legs parted in her black leather pants, Sasha held her ground. She remembered the body she dragged a few minutes ago. Someone killed that man even though he wasn't a zombie. Sasha wasn't taking any chances. "What? Cat got your tongue?"
"Diamond?" Silent Hawk barely whispered. Sasha saw his luscious pink lips moving, but she didn't catch what he said. It was like he was a frozen mannequin the way he stood there gaping at her.
Her hourglass figure was one for the magazines, and he thought to himself, Beyoncé didn't have anything on this gorgeous specimen. Her bow legs curved invitingly in her leather pants and her full breasts sat perfectly on her chest, like the Twin Peaks. He smacked his lips hungrily when he saw the way her pants outlined her curves.
Her hair was slicked back in a low bun, defining her gorgeous heart-shaped face. Her lips plump and juicy, perfect for kissing all night long.
Sasha was looking at him like he was crazy. Yes, she thought he was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on, with his ivory skin and angular jaws, but the way he was gawking at her, eyes wide like he suffered from Mad Cow's Disease, was sending off red alerts in Sasha's head.
Her eyes rolled over his torso and he smirked, thinking that Sasha was checking him out, but really she was scanning him from weapons. "No gun, huh?"
"What?"
"I said, no gun. What kinda soldier doesn't have a gun? Unless you're a pretend soldier or a toy one."
Sasha stepped around him and continued on the path to find Tashell. She didn't have time to deal with him yet.
Silent Hawk stood there for a few seconds, soaking up Sasha's insult. Then he remembered what Killshot told him over the radio. A group of zombies were at the door around the corner.
"Hey! Wait!" He whispered shout.
"Oh please, I never wait on a man." She continued walking.
Before Sasha could take the first step around the corner, he pulled her by her shoulder and pushed her up against the wall. He slammed his palm over her mouth. Her breathing accelerated as her ample bosoms pressed up against his ripped chest. His eyes did what any man's eyes would do, they plummet to her cleavage. Her black polo shirt was unbuttoned, giving him a generous view of her breasts. He gulped and Sasha growled profanities behind his palm.
The moon was out now casting a bluish glow through the window landing right on Sasha's face.
Her ebony skin radiated a serene glow that only a Goddess could create. Even though Silent Hawk thought she was a captivating creature, her most exquisite feature was her eyes. They were big and beautiful as they sparkled like priceless jewels. Even after all these years, he still couldn't put a colour to them. He was getting lost in the depths of her eyes that he almost didn't feel the cold tips of Sasha's blades against his neck and his side.
He slowly slid his hand away from her mouth.
She put pressure on the knife that was situated at the back of his neck. He flinched when he felt the tip piercing his skin. "If I sink this knife into the base of your skull, it would sever your spinal cord and cease all bodily functions, causing you immediate death," she grunted. Then she applied pressure to the knife that was on his right side. "But if you prefer a slow death, I could send this fucking dagger past your rib cage and into your God damn liver!"