Page 59 of Psycho Gods

We moved silently.

Deeper into the compound.

I scanned the corridors, but there didn’t appear to be any doors or signs of life, which made no sense.

The quiet expanded until I could hear the frantic pounding of my heart in my ears as blood mixed with adrenaline.

Sweat poured down my sides.

My fingers cramped around the hilts of my daggers.

“Did you see something?” an accented foreign voice asked loudly, and all of us stopped moving.

Another accented voice responded, “What are you talking about?”

Down the dark hall, two streaks of glowing blue approached where we waited in the shadows.

It was the infected.

We crouched lower, nobody twitched, and nobody breathed.

“Now, Sadie,” Jax whispered quietly over the radio as we followed the plan.

My toes cramped as I squatted lower, muscles trembling. I was shaking, and it had nothing to do with exertion.

As the blue glow drew closer, I made out the outline of two figures.

The infected started to run towards us.

One of them shouted, “What is—”

“STOP!” Sadie yelled, and the man never got out his question.

The two infected stopped moving—they were frozen, Sadie’s blood coursing through their veins and taking them over from the inside out.

They didn’t move.

They didn’t speak.

“Everyone, move closer,” Jax ordered, and we approached as a unit.

“It’s hard to hold them,” Sadie said over the radio through gritted teeth. “It must be the ungodly inside them. I can only use these two.”

“Don’t you dare overexert yourself,” Cobra whispered back angrily.

Sadie scoffed, “I’m fine.”

“You better not hurt yourself.”

“You better shut up.”

“We’re not doing this right now,” Jax snarled, and the line went silent.

The two infected held glowing blue swords that were pointed directly at us.

I stumbled back instinctively.

The infected turned like mindless zombies and positioned themselves at the front of our group, spinning their swords, a glowing blue blur in the darkness.

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