Battle Of Supernaturals

She was running. Then it had occurred to her that she had been a very good runner, the best in her school and she never went to a girls only. One wouldn’t be surprised if Anna told you she was very athletic, her long straight legs, her fit and flexible body, how vibrant her strides were, how assertive her stance was—these and more would easily convince anyone that chasing Anna Towadise was always going to be uphill. Still, she hoped it would be enough to outrun the herd of zombies that pursued her.

Not many witches would keep their calm if they were in Anna's shoes. Most witches would even get so uneasy if a dozen Undeads came at them. Funny enough, zombies weren't quick at all; a frightened five years old would outrun them even without being given a headstart. They were slow, very idiotic and weaker than the average human—yet they had succeeded in killing almost a third of Supernaturals, and almost all of humanity. Everyone feared the zombies, it didn't matter if you could bring fire from your mouth or your backside, it didn't matter if you have lived a thousand years and was strong enough to pass through a building made of solid concrete, or you could turn into a big wolf...everyone was perpetually terrified of the brain-munchers. Everyone but the demons.

She had gone too far from the haven. She and eleven other witches had gone deep into the city in search of supplies—food, clothes, drugs, just about anything. No matter how much they brought, it could never last beyond two weeks. That had had them always going into the city via different routes, in order to cover more ground. This time when they had gone out on their usual weekly hunt, being fed up with going out every weekend, they had decided to push fear aside and make their way into the city. They had collectively—the regular twelve people who always went for the food hunt—decided to move beyond the fear that the vampires and the demons ruled the main city. They had all agreed that it was high time they all stood strong and did good by the haven—even though the Queen—what the coven leader was called—was very much against anyone going beyond the places where the safety of their kind was more assured.

While they had all given each other quality pep talks, they hadn't had an idea of what the city held. At first, as they entered the city, it seemed doable. They had magic, after all, they weren't regular people who were in search of food. They felt like it would be difficult but they would get more food—may be more than their bags and bicycles' front baskets could hold. The first attack had been terrifying and had made Anna have a double mind. Close to two hundred zombies had ambushed them. Seeing their ugly savage faces in such a large number had made her so sick in the stomach that she had contemplated closing her eyes while burning the hell out of them. And there came the second ambush.

After the first attack which had been overwhelming but a success nonetheless, they had all become relaxed, it seemed like they could really pull this off. Ideas came from everyone and they all appeared to believe Anna's mother—the coven Queen—was just too scared of the other beings. And then they it had happened. Ostensibly, they had come nowhere but from everywhere. They couldn't think of fighting, all that was left to do was run. As expected, when the first set had come after them, others followed. Without being hyperbolic at all, Anna could beat her chest and say that at the very least, sixty thousand zombies came after them. That was sixty thousand relentless brain-munchers, no one cared if you could bring out fire from your hands or move things without touching them—if they had even waited one minute, they would dead bodies on the ground waiting to rise as dead beings. That was a fate worse than death.

She pushed her thoughts from her mind and ceased sprinting for a while. Where was she going to? She didn't know where she was but she knew she was still in the city, but had no clue on getting out and more importantly, getting home. She couldn't dare stay in the city for too long, they were many beings that could really hurt her. Then it occurred to her that she should try to communicate with fellow witches/wizards in the city, but that meant she had to find a place where she would sit quietly and meditate. She had done a little bit of a search before she saw a car that actually had a door. She tried to start it as the keys, surprisingly had been in the ignition hole. She laughed at herself as she tried to turn the key...and bam! The car started. The sputtering sound of the car's engine made her leap in surprise. It felt so unreal! How could this be actually happening, besides bicycles, there was no existing vehicle.