hand over the bad side, I got up from my knees and went into the sea. Going into the water to the waist, I heard the roar of motorcycles behind my back, and quickened my pace. Living near the sea, I learned not only to swim well, but also to hold my breath for a long time under water. The second skill in this situation was especially valuable, since it was up to him now whether I could survive or die. The pursuers that reached the coast, among whom Alice was, did not enter the water.

- You have nowhere to go, you moron! If you turn back now, nothing will happen to you! She shouted after me.

Disbelieving her promises, I swam away from the shore.

- You yourself wanted this, you moron! Finish it! - Alice ordered her assistant.

Only I went headlong under the water, as if on a water surface I walked with automatic bursts. Fortunately, none of the bullets hit me. Dropping to the bottom, and nearly entangled in the algae, I swam, but not forward, but to the right, trying to sail away from the ship as far as possible. I knew for sure that Alice would not believe that I drowned until I saw my body with my own eyes, and most likely would order my faithful dogs to scour the shore. Maybe even send a small detachment to the opposite shore. Trying not to panic ahead of time, I stubbornly swam forward. Being under water for as long as possible, I was about to float to the surface, and replenish the supply of oxygen, but at the very last moment I noticed that someone had shone a powerful lamp on the place where I was going to float.

I had to stay under water for another ten seconds, and those seconds seemed like an eternity to me. As soon as the light from the surface of the water disappeared, I immediately emerged, and began to gasp for air. The idea that motorcyclists standing on land again would shine in my direction, and notice ripples on the water, came to my mind too late. Fortunately, Alice's angelic patience did not differ. Finding no one, the thugs again sat on their iron horses and rode on. Only after they had driven far enough away did I sail to the shore. Having got out on dry land, and having recovered my breath, I wandered in the direction of a grotto seen in the distance. I have not contented myself with special illusions. Alice will continue to search until he finds me, or at least my corpse. The secret of the location of the main base of the Butchers was to die with me before I could share it with anyone.

Ben

I almost fell asleep when a corpse crashed right at me. Getting out from under the dead man, who turned out to be a big friend, I looked up. Cynthia, who was standing over the pit, threw down the stairs. Instead of a short ragged skirt, she now wore army pants.

- Get up faster. “We have little time,” she ordered, and without waiting until I executed her order, I moved away from the edge of the pit.

She did not have to beg me twice. Getting out, I noticed how Cynthia, coming out of the dugout, on whose shoulder a machine gun was hanging, was dragging to the pit of the second dead man, on whom there were no pants.

“And you turn out to be a terrible person,” I said quite seriously.

- Tell me more that you feel sorry for them! - Cynthia snapped back, straightening nearly fallen machine gun.

- Not a bit. You didn't kill them all, did you?

- Only these two pigs. The lieutenant slept all the mess, and the guys went on reconnaissance. By the time they return, we'd better get out of here.

For a woman who had just killed two people, Cynthia behaved surprisingly coolly, which made me even a little uncomfortable. Assuming that there was something valuable in the dugout besides a drunken deserter, I headed to the house, but Cynthia blocked my way.

- There is no time for looting. We are leaving, - she insistently reminded.

“These guys took all our stuff and the car.” I do not know about you, but I am counting on compensation, - I objected, not understanding what all this haste was for.

“I know where our car is now.” All supplies are probably in place too, ”Cynthia assured me.

I wanted to argue, but a strong burning sensation in my chest and an arm that began to itch made it clear that now is not the right time to argue.

“Okay, show the way,” I agreed, scratching the bandaged hand.

According to Cynthia, the deserters had a stash two kilometers from the dugout, where they hid our car, and at the same time some other flea market. When I asked Cynthia to give me a weapon, the busty thought for a while, but in the end, she still gave me a gun with a full clip. As soon as we set off, the itching intensified. Unwinding the bandages, I was ready in advance for what I did not like what I saw, and I was not mistaken. During that time, while I was sitting in the pit, my hand was almost completely blackened, and my veins were swollen, spreading it with purple stripes. It looked painfully creepy, and nothing good was foreshadowed. Soon, a hill appeared ahead, after which we were ambushed this morning. But before we could get to the hill, we heard shots and someone's scream. I stopped abruptly, took out a gun and sat down. Cynthia grabbed at the machine, and ran to check what was going on there. As soon as she was out of sight, I began to shiver. Feeling that things would only get worse, I looked at the gun. The faint-hearted thought of ending it all and putting a bullet in my head was seductive, but something kept me from putting it into practice.

"Not so now!" - I decided, and then swung, and threw the gun into the grass.

Returning in a couple of minutes, Cynthia reported that the boy-sniper and whipping boy were shooting, returning to their own. Being surrounded by five ghouls, deserters went to feed carnivorous monsters, although they managed to take a couple of beasts with them to the next world. Having taken note of the information, I wanted to stand up and continue my journey, but a new outbreak of unbearable pain prevented me from doing so. Compared to what I felt now, attacks in the pit seemed like a light erotic massage. It was a real hell! It was as if I was burning in fire, while something was tearing me from the inside. The pain was so strong that I had to bite my hand to the blood, so as not to scream. It should be just like cancer patients, left without anesthetic. I wanted to die immediately, just to stop the pain, but all I could do was move my arms with difficulty. I simply didn’t have the strength to stand up on my feet. Cynthia looked anxiously at my sufferings, but she was in no hurry to do anything. Seeing the gun lying aside, I immediately crawled towards him. Cynthia, who caught my eye, overtook me with a slow, imposing walk, and picked up a pistol.

- Let's put all the dots ... - I began.

“Fuck you,” she said indifferently, putting the gun away from her belt.

- Do not be a bitch! If you expect me to beg you ...

“I’m not expecting anything from you, but I won’t shoot anyway.” Ghouls will hear the shot, but I don’t really want to meet them. And in general, cartridges need to be saved, - she said vengefully.

I clenched my hands into fists, wishing I had shot the whole damn little family at the first meeting.

“It is in your best interest to finish me off right now, because if I get out, you yourself will beg me for death!” - I said through clenched teeth.

Cynthia grinned.

- Get out? Do you even believe it yourself? She asked mockingly.

Understanding that it was pointless to pour in threats, I decided to change tactics.

“Is Emma exactly your own daughter?” It’s just that you and her are not at all like, and now I’m not talking at all about external similarity. You - stupid frigid bitch, and Emma girl with a twinkle. Sucks so cool that you forget about everything in the world!

- Shut up, you bastard! - raised Cynthia's voice.

Seeing that I managed to hurt her, I continued:

- Come on, she would just suck, so she still jumps on the penis as if ...

The flow of bile was interrupted by a butt stroke on the face from which I lost consciousness. Having fallen into oblivion, I was transported back into the past, once again found myself in a hateful father's house. The father who had returned for the night, who was carrying him as if he was taking a bath in a cistern with drinks, tried again to teach me the mind. Only this time he failed. I do not know how it happened, but I finished this bastard in a matter of seconds, and did it with my bare hands. Which, by the way, on human hands were not too similar. And only I turned my eyes to the cracked mirror, wanting to see what monster turned into, how the dream was interrupted. It was late at night, and the hill, which had become my bedroom during the last hours, brightly illuminated the light of the moon. The feeling that I was being torn to pieces also disappeared without a trace. Cynthia was not nearby, but the place of a busty traitor took dozens of ghouls that surrounded me from all sides. It is not clear why, but they were not in a hurry to tear me apart. Apparently disdained, which is not surprising. Looking at their ugly faces, instead of fear, I felt only irritation.

- What are you staring at, bastards? Get out! - I shouted furiously, scooped up a handful of earth, and threw it into the ugly face of the nearest creature.

To the fact that the ghouls listen to me, and begin to disperse, I was not ready. The hunch appeared to me very much insane.

- Stand! - I shouted loudly.

All as one monsters stopped, and looked at me.

- You! - I pointed to one of the ghouls. - Come to me!

Monster obediently executed my order. The idea that I was still lying in a blackout, and I had a dream, seemed to me the most plausible. Why on earth would carnivorous freaks carry out my orders? Is that possible? However, one glance at the chest, covered with some black spots, was enough to understand that the definition of a freak is currently applicable to me. Although the pain receded, and again I felt fine to myself, it was foolish to hope that everything was over. The rubbish that poisoned my blood sooner or later will kill me, and even if it doesn’t kill, it will definitely drive me crazy. But until that happened, I was determined to use the new gift abundantly.

END OF SIXTH PART