"If you're alive today, that's enough. Stay."
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As a young child, Eleanor liked to play tag. Running around with pumping hearts while trying to not get caught always filled her mind with an exciting thrill. She always enjoyed the way the wind blew through her hair as she ran away from her friends.
She remembered the laughs they shared and the big grins that always crept their ways onto their faces when they were about to prank old Ms. Moore again.
Words couldn't describe the way how much she missed the old times.
Eleanor would've done anything to go back to her childhood..
And she surely would've done anything, to get out of the situation she was in right now.
Preferably, back to one of those many moments where she played tag with her friends, not with death as she ran to Nick in full speed, trying yet again to not get touched by the malicious creatures that were hot at her tail.
Sure, it was like tag, but not the type of tag she wanted.
Her heart pumped in her head the moment she startet her sprint. It happened in the span of seconds that she snatched Nicks sword and swung it at the monster with full force, making it one head shorter. She froze, looking at the head as the zombie still screeched at her.
Her second kill.
A heavy feeling in her throat made her lean over before she emptied the contents of her stomach onto the grass.
Get it together, Eleanor!
She wiped her mouth once before turning to the still whimpering Nick. She crouched down while trying to slowly lift Nicks arms. He flinched and looked at her with wide eyes before he relaxed and opened his arms with painful groans.
The wound was bigger than expected; way more bigger that she expected it to be.
"Guys!",
she screamed at Dream and George, who still had been fighting against a bunch of zombies.
"I need backup! Nick's injuried!",
she screamed at the top of her lungs before she whipped her head back to her patient while slinging off her backpack.
First things first, she had to stop the bleeding.
She pulled out the first piece of cloth that she saw and prssed it against his wound tightly, earning a whimper and a string of colourful curse words from Nick.
"Nick, I want you to grab this cloth and press it against the wound as good as you can, can you do that for me?",
she asked him, trying to be as gentle as possible.
He looked at her with glazed eyes before nodding weakly. He lifted his arms shakily before putting them ontop of the towel, trying to stop the bleeding while she turned around and grabbed everything that she needed to cover his wound.
Worry cursed through her veins when she noticed how Nicks eyes were starting to close by themselve as his grip on the towel weakened.
"Hey, Nick! Stay awake.",
she looked at him sternly while cupping his head.
"I-I'm aw-wake. I'm f-fine.",
he coughed blood, making her worries increase.
Everything happened in the time span of minutes, but to her, it felt like hours. Eleanor was used to working under pressure, but this felt completely different.
Knowing that the death was lurking behind her made her movements unsteady and sloppy.
The fact that she had started to connect with these people caused great pressure.
Enough pressure to make her mess up.
The colour drained from her face the moment she saw the bottle of alcohol tip over and spill all over the floor.
"Guys!",
she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"What?",
Dream huffed after killing the last zombie.
He slumped down, exhausted from the whole killing.
"We need to go to the city, now. I don't have enough material to stich him up.",
Eleanor explained worriedly when also noticing the lack of thread.
George swiftly pulled out a map before looking for something.
"It's approximately an one hour travel if we run to the city without stopping.",
he informed them before looking at the passed out Nick with discomfort.
"Why are we wasting time? Even if it's one hour running what it takes to get there, Nick's worth it.",
Dream spoke up determinded.
We nodded at him before everyone packed up and drank one last sip of water. Dream and George picked said boy up before getting ready to run.
Her heart raced in her chest and her legs felt wobbly as Eleanor clutched the map in her hand tightly.
"Let's go."
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Tbc
Word count: 791 words.
Short chapter and late update. I'm sorry ♥ Please point out typos and feel free to leave feedback.
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15.08.2021
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