KILL THE TRUTH | 𝐽𝑜𝑒𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 56.

"The only way to exit this damn building is to get to the lower floor. We wouldn't survive that jump." Makayla stated while they were looking out the window, their attention on the view and they blinked in surprise when they heard a gunshot.

"Dodge!" Jesse pulled Makayla down, out of any sight.

She looked up at him, "They're not shooting at us..."

Jesse gulped and his eyes shifted to the window when Makayla spoke again,

"What if it's them?"

He was about to reply but Makayla gave him no chance to do so, pulling him up and towards the staircase, leading the way down.

"Makayla, spores!" He called out from behind her while she wasn't stopping, running through the spores when a clicker barged at her, knocking her to the ground.

"Fucking bitch!" Makayla groaned, pulling out her knife and stabbing through it's throat before she kicked the clicker off of her.

She got back on her feet, running through the hallway while lighting up some molotov and throwing it in front of her. The hallway was so dark she could only see a bunch of infected light up.

So she took out her gun and fastened the process before she saw an open window and ran to it.

There was a tall white van she could jump on, and she took the chance, landing on it before her feet touched the snowy ground.

"Wait!" Jesse screamed and she glared at him, signalizing him to stay quiet but he whisperyelled back, "Wanna tell me how you got through the spores?!" He took of his mask, placing it inside of his backpack but Makayla ignored his question, slowly walking forward trying to see into the small valley but all she could see was blood lingering on top of the soft snow.

She took a few more steps forward, noticing muliple footprints all around them.

"There's more of them." She mouthed but kept on followed the blood that lead into one of the cabins.

She pushed the door open, seeing the blood stop at a sight of a black plastic bag.

Makayla's breath hitched in her lungs. The smell of meat made her gag but she still got closer to it.

"You alright?" Jesse asked when he noticed her standing there like a statue and when he took a few steps forward he had to slap a hand on his face,

"Holy fuck that smells awful."

With shaky hands Makayla grabbed her knife, and cut into the fabric, opening it up.

She stepped aside as soon as she got it open, letting a few pairs of limbs fall out and spread under her feet.

She had to look away.

"It was them Jesse." She looked at him. He wasn't answering, he was in complete shock.

"Help me! Please help!" A voice sounded from outside, muted and weak.

They both walked outside with their guns out only to see a middle aged man laying on the ground in a pool of blood.

"Please.." he pleaded and Makayla and Jesse exchanged a look before Jesse decided to kneel next to him.

"Are you with David?" Makayla asked, her voice stone cold.

"I don't know anyone named David. I was with my group and got lost. There was this fucker with a stupid bag. He shot both my knees." He groaned in pain, still laying on his back.

"Where is he now?" Jesse asked but the man shook his head, "I don't know. He ran off..."

His eyes were starting to close and his face was almost a matching color with snow.