I stand, all of my magazines dry, blood pooling from the dead bodies in front of me. They were just sorta standing there. I was forgeted. They realized I realized I was forgeted. I realized that they realized that I realized that I was forgeted. They probably thought forgeted meant raped. Might as well go out in a blaze of glory. I sprinted towards them before they realized what I was doing, and kicked one square in the face, bringing him down. I kicked another in the throat before being grabbed by one from behind, and one in front of my threw a punch. I twisted to the side as the punch came in, causing it to miss and hitting the crazy holding me, causing him to lose his grip. I kicked the one in front of me with both legs, sending me into another crazy behind me, who I flipped over and slammed into the ground. I grabbed one by the shirt, punching him in the throat, causing him to squeal like a pig, and ducked, the fist from another slamming into his face. I'm suddenly picked up by one, getting tossed across the room. I scream, slamming into the wall, my vision blurred.
I stagger to my feet, blood staining my clothing. I look at the one who threw me across the room, as he sends a fist my way. I catch it, brutally breaking his wrist, then the rest of his arm as he cries out in horrid, horrid pain. I didn't care. I would make as many of their miserable lives as painful as possible. One runs towards me, and I sidestep, kicking his face into the wall, staining it with blood and something else. Another comes towards me, and I slam the heel of my hand into the center of his chest, stopping his heart and breaking several ribs. I blinked, and in that moment, felt searing pain on my cheek, and felt myself being slammed into the wall, a hand constricting around my throat. I looked at the one holding me, tears blurring my vision as out of the corner of my eye, I see Jacov's dead body. In one motion, I feel my neck being broken, and I fall to the ground, dying. Unable to move, I look helplessly at Jacov one last time.
