One by One

The lights go off one by one. She grips the bat tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her forehead is dotted with sweat and her heart beats fast. They’re coming for her.

The door bursts open, and one by one they step into the room. The light from their bodies illuminates the room. They can smell her.

The bat crashes against they’re skulls; their dark purple blood splatters on to her face. One by one she takes them down.  She thinks they’re all dead.

He comes into the doorway, his black eyes staring down at the bodies. One by one he checks their pulses. He is scared. She turns around and sees him, her blood splattered bat held high and ready to strike.

He cannot tell her he’s scared. He cannot tell her that he won’t hurt her. He cannot tell her to stop.

The bat flies down onto his head, crushing in his face and skull. She burns the bodies one by one.
They are the enemies, they are the aliens, they killed half of human kind.

One lie by one she repeats to herself. She needs a reason to believe that its survival, it’s self-defense, it’s not
Murder.