Dog Blood

with me. I want to look after her and take care of her. I don’t want her out there fighting on her own.”
    “I don’t want her fighting at all. She’s just a kid…”
    “I just want her with me, Lizzie. I want to keep her safe.”
    Lizzie slumps back and drops to the floor opposite me, head held in her hands. The Asian guy is still mumbling and cursing at me from the corner of the room. The pregnant woman watches my every move, not daring to look away. Mark tries to appear collected and in control, but I can sense his terror. I feed off their collective fear. It’s empowering. Even together they’re no match for me.
    “He’s here to kill us,” Mark says. “Katie’s right, we should have just got rid of him. This was a bad idea.”
    I shake my head and spit a lump of bloody phlegm onto the carpet.
    “Not interested in any of you. Just Ellis. Let me know what happened to her and I’ll go.”
    “Don’t listen to him. Let him go and the fucker will kill us.”
    I shake my head again.
    “I won’t. I can control it. I’d never have got this deep into the city if I couldn’t. I can hold the Hate. They taught me.”
    “Who did?” Lizzie asks.
    “People like you.”
    “This is bullshit,” the pregnant woman yells. “Why you?”
    “Not just me. Others, too…”
    “But why…?”
    “Haven’t you heard what’s happening outside? It’s a coordinated attack,” I explain, suddenly desperate for Lizzie to understand. “I came here with other fighters, but I broke away to try to find you.”
    “I don’t understand…”
    “I’m not interested in killing any of you. I just want to know what happened to Ellis. Tell me what happened to her and I’ll go and you’ll never see me again-”
    “Let him take her,” the pregnant woman says. “Get the evil little bitch out of here-”
    “Shut up, Katie!” Mark yells.
    What did she just say? I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This must be bullshit. She can’t really be here, can she? How could they have kept her hidden and stopped her from attacking for so long? I look from face to face in search of an explanation.
    “Ellis is here?”
    “In the bathroom,” she shouts, trying to get up again, pointing at a door in the wall opposite me as Mark pushes her back down and tries to cover her mouth.
    “Here? But how…?”
    Still slumped on the floor in front of me, just out of reach, Lizzie starts to sob.
    “I couldn’t let her go. I knew she was like you, but it didn’t matter. Even when she killed the boys I couldn’t bear to let her go…”
    Her words dry up as tears take over. I keep trying to move my wrists and bend and stretch my legs to break my binds. Got to get up and get to Ellis…
    “He can take her,” says the pregnant woman. “Let him take her.”
    “We can’t trust him,” Mark snaps at her.
    “Does it matter? Throw the pair of them out the door and let them take their chances-”
    Another thunderous explosion interrupts her. They’re getting closer and more frequent now. At this rate the city will have fallen long before 6:00 a.m.
    “She’s right,” I tell Lizzie, begging for her to listen and understand. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll take Ellis and you’ll never see either of us again.”
    Mark moves forward and picks up the bloodied baseball bat.
    “As soon as we let him go he’ll turn on us,” he says, sneering atme.
    “For fuck’s sake,” I scream at him in frustration, “will you just listen to what I’m saying? I don’t want to kill any of you-”
    “Come on, Lizzie,” the pregnant woman says, calmer now, lowering herself down and kneeling on the floor next to her. “You said yourself you can’t help her. This is the best option for all of us.”
    “She’s right,” I agree, as if they’re going to listen to anything I say. Lizzie glares at me. She’s in an impossible situation-whatever choice she makes, she loses. No matter what she is and how I feel about her now, I’m surprised that it still hurts me so much to see her like this. She’s shaking her head.
    “I can’t. I just can’t let her go…”
    “You don’t have long,” I tell them. “The city doesn’t have long. I can get her to safety. Get her out of here before it’s too late.”
    “You’ve hardly got any medication left for her, Liz. You can’t hold her if she’s not sedated. Have you thought about that?”
    “Of course I have,” she sobs, looking back and staring at the pregnant girl. “I just can’t