We're Not Alone

Chapter 7

It's been 2 weeks of uneventful crap. We can't watch movies {in case the sound agitates infected}, we can't flush the toilet {same reason as movies, and the water pipes are blocked}, we can't even have a shower {because of the water pipes}. 

By now we have brought most of Paisley's wardrobe down, all of Paisley and Nirvana's perfumes, all the torches we can find, and any batteries we could salvage. I have really only done 3 things in the last 14 days, that is; eat, sleep and read. I have read the whole of The Hunger Games, Divergent, Gone and I am just starting on the Harry Potter series.

It's like the boys are having a meeting in the far corner. They are whispering about something but I think nothing of it. I continue reading Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

I'm up to the most exciting part when Dad clears his throat and says, "Um, can I talk to all of you?" We all flock towards Dad to find out what he is going to say. "I was checking our supplies in the garage when I heard banging on the walls and doors. Infected have made their way into the house, we need to leave."

"No, we can't leave yet, we still have enough food for a fortnight." I gasp.

"If any trackers or tickers break through the walls or doors we are all dead, Jamila."

"We're all dead if we go upstairs to fight them," Paisley points out.

"As long as we are quiet tickers aren't going to do anything, and as long as we stay out of the sight of trackers we are perfectly fine."

"That's easier said then done though Joey," Nirvana looks as though she is going to cry.

"What other option do we have, Jamlia?" Trevor asks wrapping his arm around me.

"I guess so, chuck me my backpack then." Dad throws my bag to me and I pack some food, water and weapons, and I attach a torch to the strap. All the others do the same and Dad leads us upstairs.

"Get your weapons ready," Connor says unlocking the door. I load my pistol and give Paisley and Trevor a reassuring hug and we are faced by two tickers. The others pull their bows out and Dad and Connor aim for those two tickers.

Dad, Trevor and Connor move stealthily around the house.

"Okay, girls, you stay in here, any infected that come past this door you shoot. One of us will get you when the coast is clear."

"Alright mum," she kisses Paisley on the forehead and we wait for some action.

"Nothing is going to happen in here, we need to help, but how?"

"We can't go out there. Not yet anyway." Paisley says this a bit too loudly and some tickers get agitated and run towards us.

"Shi..." I get cut off by a shot from Paisley's pistol. She's ugly, her hair is all mangled, her skin was getting blistered, she was limping, she must have been infected for a while, because she was close to being a tracker. The gun shot triggered more runners and tickers. "Stuff this." I shoot two infected in the head and knife one in it's gut.

"Jamila, I love you."

"I know."

Nirvana sprints towards us to make sure we are alright.

"Mum, mum, we're fine."

"Good, well Trevor and I got a few in the lounge about five in the kitchen and two in the foyer. Joey and Connor got the rest, come on, lets go."

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"Well done back there guys, especially you two girls."

"We killed four, a third of what you guys killed."