The Last Plague

Chapter Ten: Trapped

Surrounded, we all ran into the small building. Moans filled the air. When we got there, William shut the door behind us. Bethany was still choking as I panted

"Bethany, don't die, please," I begged her. Watching her choke constantly in my arms.

"I want to die. Then I won't become a zombie," she said quietly, coughing up blood onto her chest. Her breathing became more rapid as she continued coughing.

"Bethany," I said quietly.

A shriek came from outside. The moans continued around the building. They were all still pounding relentlessly against the metal walls.

"Bethany," I repeated again as she let out a few last coughs.

She let out a final spray of coughed-up blood onto her chest. Her eyes became distant as they slowly glazed over. She exhaled a small and final breath. Then she went limp and died in my arms. I clutched her tighter, as her arms unclutched against mine and fell to the floor.

"Bethany," I repeated one last time.

"Will these things ever shut up?" William shouted, staring in agony at the door. He seemed to be completely focused against the door, ignoring Bethany laying in my arms.

More maniacal pounds came from the door. The shrieks still broke out occasionally from the moans. The pounding still came from all sides of the building.

Why would she kill herself? The thought came from nowhere. I also hated it. I tried telling myself it was an accident, but the thought still gripped on. I hated every part of it. Bethany was laying in my arms, dead, and I was blaming her. Creatures were pounding against the walls, causing a ruckus louder than I could imagine. I sat there though, my thought saying that Bethay killed herself. I felt disgusted with myself for thinking of it.

"Hey, cover your ears!" William shouted, interrupting my thoughts. He was holding a gun and pointed it at the roof.

"Where'd you get that?" I shouted at him.

"Under the cabinet, we've saved in case something happens," Mellisa answered.

"What are you going to do with it? What could you—" A series of gunshots interrupted me. I looked up at the roof. There were a few holes in it.

"Now we can know when it's day or night," William shouted proudly over the moans.

"That's stupid, you know that, right?" Mellisa said to William, staring at him.

He shrugged and walked over to her. "At least we'll know how many days we'll be in here," he said morbidly.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. The creatures still pounded psychotically against the walls. Then I had an idea, and I knew how to do it.

"Give me your gun," I demanded William. "I know how we can get out of here."

"I don't know who you are—"

"Don't be stupid. Give me the gun," I demanded again, trying to hide my snort.

He eyed me suspiciously, then handed me the gun, slapping it against my hands.

I grabbed his gun, the metal was still cold and it chilled my hand, and shot the roof. The gunshots shot through the thin metal roof easily. Sunlight burst through the top. I continued shooting at the roof, slowly making a circle of bullets. Eventually, though, the bullets ran out.

"Do you have extra bullets? How many bullets does this gun even carry?" I asked.

"Not many, but yes, I do have more bullets. Can you tell me what you're doing though?" he asked me.