The Last Plague

Chapter Five: Moving

Bethany slowly walked back to Nick, she stayed silent staring at the newly boarded window. I walked over with Bethany and ignored the window. It was loud when he'd broken the window, and it attracted several more creatures. Moans started coming out from the outside again. I started hearing a woman's whisper, it was faint. I couldn't make out any of the words she was saying. I finally heard one more word before it was drowned out in moans though.

"Please," I heard her faint voice say.

I didn't know what it had meant, but it worried me. I stood there, in the cabin, by the fire, as the moans picked up again. I sat there, thinking of the woman. Elizabeth, I reminded myself, the woman's name was Elizabeth. I shuddered at the name, remembering what had just happened. She was thrown out a window, I remembered. It was terrifying to see, but I knew it was necessary. I didn't know how to kill a creature, and I didn't think Nick did either.

Elizabeth—I can't hear that name anymore without fear. I wonder if Nick's motives for his attack were also caused by some blame of Elizabeth. If Nick blamed him for Elizabeth's death, it could have led to the more . . . drastic measures.

~Trina

We sat by the fire, ignoring the continuous moans from outside. Bethany sat silent, staring into the fire. Nick and I looked at each other. I didn't know what to do about the continuous moaning; I didn't know what to do about the creatures. They all seemed mindless, just trying to eat us no matter what was in their way. If there was a way to kill them, I'd gladly use it.

"We'll leave, when they are gone, we'll leave," Nick promised, sitting down in the woman's spot. He motioned for Bethany to sit in his lap.

Bethany walked over and sat in his lap, staring into the fire again.

"How do you keep this fire going?" I asked, just trying to break the silence.

"The wood is to the side of the house, I grab as much as I can when there aren't any zombies around," Nick replied, grabbing tightly to Bethany.

I shuddered again at the word. I had left behind that word because of its memories. I referred to them as creatures now; I wouldn't go back.

"The fire is starting to die," Nick noted, interrupting my thoughts. "When it does, we can grab more wood. I don't hear too many more zombies outside."

"You always run when you grab the wood, right?"

Nick gave me a nod.

"Where do the zombies go when they leave?" Bethany asked innocently.

"I don't really know, but it's better than trapping us in here," Nick responded quickly.

After thirty more minutes, the fire started to die. Nick grabbed some wood from outside as he put them on the fire. It was getting dark outside, and the blood-red curtains darkened. I actually preferred the moans of creatures to the silence. It felt less unanimous.

"Okay, it's getting late. We'll sleep in here, then we can leave in the morning," Nick promised, walking out of the cabin. He came back a moment later with a few pieces of wood. "That'll keep us warm for the night. Tomorrow, we leave." The words felt firm and demanding.

We all laid down near the fire and fell asleep quickly. I was exhausted from the journey of the day before, so I fell asleep instantly. Within what felt like seconds, the bloody light slapped my eyes. Nick sat up and walked quietly to the door. Peeking outside for a moment, he walked out and disappeared from my view. I could still hear his faint footsteps walking out of the cabin. He slowly walked back into the room.