Outcasts (Badlands 3)

It didn’t take me long to find her.

It would seem lady luck was on my side for once, because I saw them before they saw me.

The girl, who actually looked older than me, had just rounded the corner.

I stepped back into a doorway, trying to ignore the damn awful smell emanating from behind me. Whatever was inside the room had been rotting for a while now.

This situation was nothin like mine, seein as I’d been chained up in an old barn, but I still couldn’t help but think of myself as I watched the dark haired girl make her way in my direction. The man behind her was large, but my height, and his hair looked white, but he wasn’t old.

While I didn’t want to go swoopin in like a white knight, I wouldn’t forget it was Cali who saved me when she could so easily have left me behind. I was never supposed to have made it this far.

Engagin the switchblade Grimm had given me, I saw the white handle had an intricate floral design, and briefly smiled. He’d brought it for me. The blade looked like one sharp point, bout ten centimeters long, making the whole thing around twenty one centimeters.

The girl zipped on right past me, and I readied myself. I wasn’t sure if she saw me standin there. I didn’t have a plan, aside from making sure he stopped breathin.

Before he could pass, too, I kicked the old wheelchair I’d been eyeing right at him. It worked; he nearly tripped.

In the end, looking down was what cost him. By time he looked up again, I was in his face and the blade was finding a home right in his left eye.

I couldn’t even be surprised at myself for moving in so swiftly with no hesitation. It felt too natural. I made sure my thrust was strong. I needed to penetrate his cranial cavity so the blade could efficiently reach the brain. That was basic science.

What I wasn’t expectin was the eye to be so weak. There was a lil wet popping sound as the blade went right into the center, as if I were slicing a piece of smooth, red velvet, the kind with that sweet tangy icing on top.

Blood didn’t go in any particular direction; it just seemed to spray out, like a hydrant. The round orb squished, and I damn near gagged.

His scream was so loud, my eardrum suffered, ringing in response.

The girl, who I thought had kept runnin, was suddenly beside me, kickin the man square in the stomach. He couldn’t find his balance, resulting in him falling backward, his eye socket sliding off my knife.

The eye was gone, shoved backward somewhere in his skull. A pit had taken its place, blood flowing down the man’s face in streaks of diluted burgundy.

Unfortunately, the fucker didn’t drop dead like he would’ve if this were a slasher film.

The girl charged and jumped on him like a damn banshee. He went down, tripping over the wheel of the decaying wheelchair, landing flat on his back, still screaming about his eye.

In nothing but a sky blue skirt, she sat right on his head, using all her strength to keep him pinned on the dirty hospital floor.

“Kill him!” she yelled over her shoulder at me.

Not havin to be told twice, I took her initiative and straddled his beer belly, plantin my knees on either side of his waist.

Adjusting my grip on the slippery handle, I did what I’d said I was goin to, driving it through the center of his throat, pulling it back out and slicing to the left, then the right, making sure I got the jugular and all the extra sensitive parts, making sure death was his end result.

There was a loud whoosh of air and a red blob spilled from his mouth. His body twitched like I’d electrocuted him. Blood was goin everywhere, completely ruinin the girl’s bright blue skater skirt. Why the hell she was wearing that in the first place was beyond my understandin.

Her whole outfit was. Looking cute while travelling through the Badlands didn’t seem all that important to me. Her top was tight, black and floral, a halter like bodysuit.

She had shiny plum polish on her fingers, a few tattoos on her arms, and a Cruella Deville type thing going on with her long hair.

“Well, what do we have here? Room for one more?” Cobra asked, stepping through the door I’d come through with Grimm and two others right behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Grimm wrapped an arm around my middle, lifting me off the man’s belly. For real? He was jealous of a dead guy?

“Me? What happened to you two being right behind me?”

“They happened,” he answered, jerking his head in the direction of the two people behind them.

“They used our skill-set as their cover against the other two snack head fuckers,” Cobra added, staring at the brunette’s bloody legs longer than was acceptable. “Damn, sis. You did that?” He gave me a bright smile, gesturing to the man’s face.