Lost Survival (Book 2): Only The Saints by Tyne David

Author:Tyne, David [Tyne, David]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Zombies
Published: 2016-11-28T00:00:00+00:00

21 | I’m Not A Bad Guy

I stared up at the ceiling of the circular room; everything kept on spinning as the tiles grew closer and closer, until everything had gradually stopped moving. I heard a distinct clunking on the stairs, and a thin shadow came into view as it brushed the back of my head. Two fingers pulled my eyes wider, trying to check my pupils.

"...Doesn't look like a concussion. You'll be fine." I shot upwards dramatically, forgetting for a second where I was. How long have I been lying on the stairs for?

I recognised the shadow’s voice, reeling it in for a closer hug. "S-Serah, you're okay… Where's Harry? Is everyone safe?" I turned my head to the tank and almost recoiled over the edge of the steps, which lacked a much-needed guardrail.

The shark was gleefully tearing something apart with its disturbingly sharp teeth, and judging from the deep-red cloud being filtered around the water, it wasn't another fish.

"That idiot fell in... He’s gone." It wasn't Serah's voice.

As I whipped my aching head around, I was startled to see the face of the boy we had left for dead in the parking lot. Pressing a towel to his bleeding arm, he appeared to have sustained some mild damage from the Pastor's shotgun.

This wasn’t Jermaine. He was carrying a familiar guitar case which he clicked open, revealing a large stockpile of stolen cash. It was the real Tomás, and from the pained look in his eyes, he must have already seen what became of his twin brother.

Before I could jump to any accusations, Tomás recounted what had happened for me as Millie and Harry took custody of Mitchell's shotgun, trying to figure out how it worked. Tomás apologised for swindling the money, knowing that Serah would be in trouble without it — he stressed that he had no choice.

Feeling guilty about leaving us hanging, he’d decided to come back and bail us out. Upon finding a Lost Jermaine in the parking lot, he quickly realised that something had went horribly wrong. After struggling to come to terms with his loss, he ended up killing his own brother.

I wanted to give him my condolences, along with my apology for not being able to save him, but Tomás kept talking past it, almost coldly. Having seen that the Harpy had followed us all the way into the ballroom, he searched for a way around until he found the entrance to the balcony above us. He motioned over our heads, up to the area which ran parallel to the tank’s rim.

"I saw that lunatic pointing the gun at her, and I knew that there was still a chance... I could make things right."

He winced as he removed the towel, allowing the grateful Serah to tend to his wound. The blast must’ve slightly grazed him, a narrow miss from such a widespread weapon.

"I didn't even think about it, really. Just chucked my guitar case straight at him. He saw me coming though, tagged me right in the arm.

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