Chapter 29

By the time that someone comes back to check up on me, I don't even look to see who it is. I just stare at the wall, unmoving. I don't react when a foot slams into my abdomen, slinging me to the side like a ragdoll. I'm so drained and numb that the pain barely registers.

"Giving up already, you dumb bitch? That's disappointing. I would have bet money that you'd have had more fight in you," the man pauses, watching me. I don't make eye contact and I don't move from my new position. "What a shame. I like them feisty."

I finally turn my gaze, recognizing my new visitor's voice. My tone is flat and devoid of emotion when respond. "I see that hitting you with my car couldn't fix your fucked up face."

His face turns red at my words, the muscles in his neck straining as he gets angry. The thing that scares me, is that he smiles at me. His hand grabs the back of my hair and yanks me up to eye level, and I think he sees my newfound fear because he laughs in my face.

"So you do still have a little fight left in you, I take it back, I'm impressed. I was a little fucked up after our run-in, but one of our docs got me all patched up," he turns his head, showing me the rough stitching on the side of his head before turning back and grinning malevolently. "I'm back to full power now baby."

I need to stall, I haven't had an opportunity to use my little weapon and I don't want to miss when I get one. I roll my eyes at him, frowning. "Really? Full power must not be very much then."

In return, he slams me onto the ground and I can feel my hair being ripped out from the roots due to his solid grip. It doesn't compare with the sheer agony of my face making contact with the ground though. That feels much worse. My teeth cut into my lips and I can feel the blood start trickling out of my mouth.

He leans in close to me again, his body pinning me down. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

It's hard but I manage to bite back, my throat protesting from the abuse it's been through with all my yelling. "You won't do shit." I put so much emphasis on the end of my statement that a little blood shoots from my mouth.

He rolls me over onto my back and promptly grabs my throat to keep me down. His hand trails my body but he seems to like it better when I'm fighting back because he soon lets go of my throat. I decided to test my luck by throwing out another quip, "Do you always take this long?"

He's eating it up as he makes some remark that I'm not listening to because he gets me one step closer to my opportunity. He takes my bound arms and puts them around his neck before yanking my shirt up. As he gets busy feeling me up I slowly work the tape off of my wrists with my little knife.

He buries his face in my neck and bites me, hard enough to make me wince. "Do you like this better, you little slut?"

I almost laugh at the absurdity but play along, "Yeah, I think this is a lot better asshole." I slam my little blade into the side of his neck and drag it down as hard as I can, and the look in his eyes as he sits up and grabs his neck makes me a little happy.

I guess the apocalypse makes everyone a twisted fuck.

My wrist is groaning but I launch myself at him as fast as my feeble body allows and sink my little knife into him over and over again. He is hitting me, trying to swat me away but the heavy-handed slaps keep getting lighter and lighter. I let all of my rage out onto this creepy bastard until he lies still on the ground, and my arms are numb from swinging.

He taunted me and I gave him what he wanted. A little bit of fire, and now that fire is spreading throughout my body and I feel a different emotion. Determination. I didn't make it this far to go out a small spark rather than an explosion.

I look down and there is blood all over me. From my hands to the front of my shirt and even my face, I have this freak's blood coated on me in layers. My stomach flips a little and I set the pocket knife down to figure out what I'm doing now. I search the, now dead, man's pockets and manage to find very little aside from a small keyring. That is my ticket out. I need a better weapon though if I don't want to end up wasting that ticket.

I decide to wait for another person to come check on me, actually hoping for it to be Jackson's dad. I just barely managed to move the dead guy's body to a dark corner in the poorly lit, cement room and now I'm crouched to the left, to where if the door opens I will get the element of surprise. My handy little knife in my grasp and my fire steadily ablaze I begin waiting, again.