Watching in horror as the horde seemed to grow way too big. Spirit quickly glanced about searching for something to do, and there were only two options that he saw. All of them dying, or one of them sacrificing themselves.

He knew if he posed the idea to his friends they would waste time by arguing with him how they could figure it out together. So instead he went for the option that would solve the issue at hand much simpler. Going with his gut feeling. Even though a part of him knew that his guts would most likely be consumed as a result of this bout of stupidity. As long as they survived it was worth it.

Reaching out he grabbed what remained of the Kendo stick from Dylan who barely had anytime to react to what Spirit had planned. As he started running along slamming the stick along the hoods of cars, or along the walls of buildings hard enough to make a sound.

"Over here you undead abominations! Don't eat them! Eat me!" Spirit yelled loud and repeated it as he continued to run. What was a risky gamble turned successful as the noise did earn the attention of the undead.

Slowly but surely most of the horde began to follow Spirit as he left the group behind. Playing the Martyr.

"Everyone run now!" Dylan commanded breaking everyone out of their shocked stupor as he began to lead the way looking back seeing as Spirit rounded the corner vanishing completely from sight.

They were now separated, and now there was no telling what was going to happen. Or even if any of them would survive it. It was a dire situation indeed for them, since they didn't really know how to deal with any of this. Nor did they have the weapons to really make a difference, especially not in that moment.

Meanwhile a few blocks North of Spirits location.

Xandria found herself being pushed back by the man covered completely in black, struggling to block his slashes. Not because they were overpowering her, but because of how fast he was making them.

Angling her scythe correctly she managed to block the slash of not one bayonetted gun, but two. The force of it was enough to send her skidding back into a car. Not enough to hurt her, but definitely enough to be a mild inconvenience.

One of the things that was starting to get to her was the fact that she couldn't communicate with her assailant. For all she knew he was attacking her either because she was a threat to the man, or rather because there was something additionally going on she had no clue of. Either way, she needed to beat this man if she wanted to save her target in a timely manner.

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Hopping back the man created enough space between him and the Infected girl. He had used the first couple attacks he made to gauge her strength, and her intent. From what he could tell, she was fairly strong, and that she really didn't want to fight him.

This was one of the burdens of being a Hunter. There were times you had to eliminate something because it was your duty, no matter how wrong or right it was. These were the things that made being a hunter so difficult. Expunging the life of someone who through a set of unfortunate circumstances became something they never wanted to be by choice.

In this case. He had to kill her.

Lunging forward, faster than he had prior. He slipped past Xandria's defenses. Swinging out one of his blades as it found purchase on her body.

Xandria stood there in silent shock as the first bit of pain she had ever experienced shot through her body. Making it suddenly much harder to breath, even for just a moment. As she then turned and swung her scythe faster than the man thought possible. She traded blows with him as blood also seeped from the injury she gave him. Which was across his left thigh.

Jumping back the man tried to make as much distance as he possibly could, only for Xandria to rush at him swinging the scythe down at him with such force that it lodged itself into the ground. The blade had almost made purchase. If the man wasn't quick on his feat as he appeared behind her ready to swing his blade aiming to make a clean cut on her neck.

Spirit continued to run through the streets continuing to make as much noise as he possibly could earning the undivided attention of whatever was shambling through the streets. Deep down he hoped what he was doing the right thing. Right?

He didn't have time to doubt his actions, he had to focus on his movements. Looking around he tried to find something or somewhere he could lose the horde. But at this rate he would tired out before being able to actually loose them. Maybe he could cut through a building? But what if there were other people hiding in it? He didn't want to cost them their lives.

Damn! Things just continued to be met with dead end by dead end. If Spirit couldn't figure out something quick, the last thing he would've ever done with his life was be a fucking sacrifice. He wouldn't know if his friends would've survived, he wouldn't know if his father was okay, he wouldn't even fucking know if any of what he did was worth it.

"AHHHHH" Spirit roared out a defiant roar he wasn't about to just lay down and give up, not when they had gotten so far, and especially not when he wanted. No needed to see his friends again, needed to see them alive and well. He was not going to go down, and he sure as hell wouldn't be going down without a fight. Steeling his mind, he pushed down any emotion, and inhibition he had felt about not harming the poor bastards who were bit. Gripping the broken kendo stick tight in his hand he gave a swing with all his power at an undead that crossed his path in front of him aiming to take it out. For if he couldn't do that, he had no chance of surviving.

Not if he wanted to see them again.