Zombie War

Sarah wakes up in the middle of a forest, with no recollection of her past. She doesn't even remember what her name was before. All she knows is that now, it's Sarah. She is wearing khaki pants, hiking boots, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. She also has a waterproof backpack. It holds a canteen, some trail mix, and a knife. She must team up with other people trapped in the zombie apocalypse. But in the end, what will prevail - power, or love?

GalacticBiRavenclaw published on May 21, 2015not completed

Attack

I grab Dexter's arm and pull him away from the cliff. Holly is sitting up, moaning. I beckon for her to grab our backpacks. We're leaving. She gets them and follows me.
We come to a tall hedge. I climb to the top and peer over the edge. A zombie horde is staggering below, moaning and looking up at me. I gasp and climb down.
"There's a crowd of zombies!" I exclaim, my heart pounding. "What are we going to do?"
A look of determination comes across Holly's face. "I... I think I know what we have to do." She bites her lip and opens her backpack, pulling out a knife and holding the blade right above her wrist.
"Oh, god, no, Holly, you don't have to-" I stammer, reaching out to grab the knife. She jerks her hand away, and repositions it on her wrist.
"Yes, I do," she murmurs. I look at her eyes, and what I see there is fear. I see fear. She's afraid. Tears are pooling in her eyes. She squeezes them shut, wrinkles up her face, and makes a tiny cut in her wrist, before letting out her breath and dropping the knife. "I... I can't do it."
I take the knife and hold it above her incision. She looks at me. I nod. Dexter hands her a stick, telling her to bite it. She does, and squeezes his hands with her free one.
I use one hand to steady her arm, and the other to hold the knife. Slowly and carefully, I cut deeper, and deeper, gradually slicing her hand off. Sheets of blood flow out of the wound, covering my hand and hers. She's making little whimpers, and I see that Dexter's hand is white from her squeezing it so hard. She's made teeth marks in the stick. I grit my teeth and cut some more. The grinding sound of the blade hitting bone makes my hair stand on end, and it's all I can do not to throw up. Finally, the knife is free of bone, and I slice through some soft muscle before the hand comes off.
Holly's passed out. Dexter looks at me, scared. "She's losing too much blood," I say, ripping off part of one of the jackets and pressing it against the stump. Within minutes, it's completely soaked, and I rip off some more. Dexter's gaze meets mine. "We need to cauterize the wound," he says, eyes wide.

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