Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

[Book 2] Chapter 8

Hi, so I'll just say, I didn't update on Wednesday because I had a big GCSE test on the Thursday that I had to revise for..

And I will be having this Wednesday off for another GCSE revision time thing, then back to normal from next Sunday... I don't have another test till June (I think) after that so I should finish this book way before then no problems ;)

Enjoy the chapter ahead.

xoxo

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[Payton's POV]

My body was numb. My heart was beating slowly. My eyes were tightly shut. I could hear voices. Cruel voices, shouting at me through the darkness. I can feel blood running down me. Running down my upright body. I feel afraid.

I feel as if I'm about to die.

I moved my hand slowly, my eyes tightly shut and trailed it up my other arm, I felt liquid and hard lumps which I presumed were bruises and blood, great as if this day couldn't get any better. 

I opened my eyes slowly, letting the hard light slap my eyes like the average hand and looked from left to right without moving my face.

The room I laid in was dark with dried blood up all the walls with one tiny flickering light bulb above me, I instantly became very afraid as I saw broken furniture, bit large patches of blood in some places and other bits of junk in others.

'I feel ill.' I whispered to myself as I forced my body to sit up, I leaned forward till my head rested on my knees, so I basically looked like a folded chair.

The pain I felt was immense, my stomach and arms were hurting so much I thought I was dying.

'You'll feel a lot worse in the next few hours.' A voice whispered. 'Believe me... it's bloody torture, literally.'

I looked around confused until my eyes fell upon a bloody red mess in the corner of the room. I strained my eyes to focus as I made out the shape of a scrunched up body covered with large blood covered clothes with a little tuft of blonde sticky clumped hair at the top.

'Benjamin?' I whimpered. 'Is that you?'

'Yep. Let me tell you, they don't like me.' He coughed out a laugh before hissing in pain at the tiny movement.

'What's happened?'

'Well...' He began. 'We're in a navy base... Which is good, no walkers as far as I saw on the way in, however, they don't like survivors... Especially geniuses like me.'

'What did you say?' I gulped and tried to move my legs, I cried out instantly as I stared down at my cut up trousers, long gashes still bled fast and stained my trousers a thick crimson colour.

'I told them all they were a bunch of coccydynia's with microphallus.'

'What does that mean?' I cracked a smiled as I turned my body so I laid on my stomach and dragged myself along the floor using my hands, my stomach was still cut up and bleeding from when they made us do it down three blocks yesterday.

'In your language, Payton, it means they are a bunch of pains in my arse with tiny dicks.' He turned his head slowly to face me, whimpering loudly as I pulled myself closer to him. 'But... I sure got a beating for that, even though I doubt any of them understood my insult.'

After a few moments, I reached him, after probably cutting my legs open even more. I lent against the wall he did as I pulled my trousers up to my knees to assess the damage to the lower leg.

To be honest, there weren't many scratches on this big and the ones that were there weren't very deep, these cuts were from crawling across the floor yesterday... The real damage were to my thighs.