PROJECT LIVING-DEAD 4

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“Remember! She must be brought back alive!” the man in charge of the team barked his orders into the radio-scanner. Taking a few steps further to the front porch, he made the countdown signal and then charged towards the door, knocking it open with his foot. He stepped into the apartment cautiously as he signaled his men who were behind him to follow after him.

Diya stood still, waiting for the right moment to strike. As soon as the first man moved in and was about stepping a little farther from the door which would make her visible to him, she lunged at him, burying the kitchen knife in his neck, immediately severing an artery and causing him to collapse and bleed profusely.

The other men were taken aback by the swiftness of the attack and began to shoot sporadically, forgetting their orders to bring her back alive. Diya took cover under her reading table beside the exit door at the back, allowing the armed men to rain bullets on her apartment till they were satisfied.

As soon as they were done, the men barged in together, including those who had earlier gone to guard the back door. “You have nowhere to hide, TYPE-C. just surrender yourself and come with us,” one of the men said. Diya however, remained calm and watched as they all searched for her.

Who were these men and why was she being called TYPE-C? Making her calculations, she knew she was outnumbered but, something inside her head, made her feel like they were no match for her. She watched the man closest to her and took a mental record of the parts of his body that could be vulnerable. Looking around, she found a pencil which had fallen off the table during the shooting. She took it and waited carefully for the man who was now coming towards her direction.

Sensing that he was close enough, Diya flung the table at the man causing him to drop his gun and loose his focus for a second, giving her enough time to stab the pencil into his right ear, causing him to scream and attracting the attention of the other gunmen who resumed another round of shooting. Diya picking up the dropped gun and used the body of the wounded man to shield herself from the hail of bullets being fired at her, as she ran into the kitchen. Dropping the now dead man, she held on to his gun and instinctively cocked it like someone who had a previous knowledge of guns and it surprised her, seeing how this was her first time of handling a gun. Or, was it? Nothing was sure anymore.

Standing there in the kitchen, she could sense them through the walls, she knew exactly where each of the men stood. Suddenly, she sensed the presence of another person outside her apartment, a lady. Damn it! It was Flo! That girl just didn’t know the right time to come visit people, she thought to herself.
“Diya, why is your front door op…” Flo didn’t complete her sentence before someone seized her from behind and covered her mouth with very thick hands. 

She kicked and tried biting the hands of her captor, but, her captor was obviously bigger and stronger than she was. Flo began to sob and wonder what she had gotten herself into.

“We have your friend; its either you surrender yourself or we kill her,” came the voice of the man who had spoken earlier. Flo’s eyes widened at the mention of being killed and fresh tears began to fall from her eyes. Diya stayed calm while carefully noting the standpoint of each of the men, with much emphasis on the man who had Flo. She looked for an angle from which she could shoot him without hurting Flo in the process. Finding one, she swiftly ran out, sliding on the tiled floor as she fired at the man holding Flo, bursting his skull open with a single bullet to the brain and causing Flo to scream out her lungs in fear.

She sent another bullet through the neck of the next man standing close the one she had just gunned down. The other three began firing shots at her which she found herself dodging successfully as pushed the screaming Flo to safety and continued to shoot at the men. She fired three rapid shots, piercing through the chests of the men nearest to her, killing them instantly and leaving the last man, severely injured and immobile on the floor.

Standing up, Diya walked up to Flo who couldn’t stop screaming and held her. “Stop screaming or you will draw the attention of the neighbours”. The terrified Flo looking at her bloodied friend and neighbour who had just killed these totally dangerous men, thought it wise to obey and instantly, went mute while visibly shaking.

Finding her voice a few seconds later, Flo asked, “What is going on here? Who are you? What have you done with my friend?”
“Flo, it’s me Diya and I am as confused as you are but I am about to find out what the heck is really going!” With that, she walked over to the body of first man she had killed.

Searching him, she found a phone on him which she picked up. She went through the call register to find the last number on his call list. Seeing it, she re-dialed. “Hello, is it done? Do you have her?” came the voice of a man from the other end. “Who are you and what do you want with me? If you don’t stop coming after me, I’ll find you and kill you! One more thing, your men, they’re all dead!” With that she cut the call and smashed the phone.

Walking over to the man who was still alive, Diya bent down and buried her fingers into his wounds, causing him to writhe in pain. “Who sent you and where can I find them?” she questioned him. The man looked at her with much defiance, infuriating her and causing her to press harder into his injury.

“Who sent you?” she barked. Seeing that there were no answers forthcoming, she shot him.
Flo stood by the corner staring at Diya with so much fear. Looking closely at her, she discovered that she(Diya) had been shot on the arm. “You’ve been shot Diya,” Flo said, drawing Diya’s attention to it.

Diya looked at her arm where she had been shot but felt no pain. She put her fingers into the hole and brought out the bullet and before their very eyes, the injury healed up instantly. Both ladies looked at each other, utterly surprised at what they had just witnessed.

Diya clearing her throat spoke up: “Flo, it would be best if you go back to your apartment, take a hot shower and then sleep. Block this out of your mind. In fact, it never happened. You hear me?” Flo nodded in affirmation and then shakily took her leave. Diya picked up two loaded pistols still on the dead men, took her purse and then, headed for the door. Looking around her room, she knew it would never be home again.

She had to find out what and who was behind this; she had to know what they had done to her and why she was been referred to as TYPE-C.