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Raven's Perspective
"Whoa, calm down," I whispered as I watched the boys talking to each other. Tomas was trying to act tough and make plans for our dinner tonight.
Suddenly, I heard something, like footsteps, but it was hard to tell with the boys talking.
"Shut up," I said, trying to be heard over them. My soft voice couldn't overpower Tomas' deep one. It was crazy how I was the only girl with five other men.
Tomas rolled his eyes but eventually listened, while the others followed suit. We all strained to hear voices outside, talking and footsteps coming closer.
Unexpectedly, we heard fast-paced walking. We huddled together, listening closely, and watched as the door opened, revealing people carrying a bleeding man.
We hid and cautiously peeked out from the open window space. The injured man had blood pouring from his leg, and he whimpered in pain.
Then we heard a sound like his leg being destroyed, and the whimpering man went silent. Had he bled out? A man with a crossbow had caught him and shone his flashlight toward us, ordering us to come out slowly.
The man, who we later learned was named Daryl, had a mullet and a southern accent. Tomas asked about the injured man, and the others shared our curiosity.
Tomas pointed his gun at the man as he explained that the man on the floor had been bitten.
"Bit?" I mumbled, and the others gazed at the injured man.
"Do you have any medical supplies?" an Asian man asked, directing us to our kitchen.
I watched as he searched for medical supplies but ended up grabbing a shelf and putting the wounded man on it.
We hesitated, observing them rush out, fighting off monsters on the way.
"Daryl! Daryl!" the man shouted, calling for Daryl.
"Follow the lights," I whispered. We all followed them slowly, having not left the café in months.
As we entered Cell Block C, Daryl was there, and I instinctively raised my hand. Tomas quickly slapped my hand down, and I winced from the pain.
Daryl assured us that there was no one outside. I had never been more confused in my life.
The other man entered, dismissing the argument.
"How long have you been here?" he asked, and we listened as the others explained the riot and the absence of government, police, or any authority.
Half of the population was gone, and it hurt to hear that. I stood in shock as the two men took us outside to show us the truth.
