Escape From Jacksonville

6

"They say that Paul's axe-wielding spirit still haunts this very room, searching for his next unlucky victim." Peter told the others, finishing the story. As he finished the story, Annie looked back over her shoulder, off into the darkness. For a split second, she was able to see a ghostly figure holding a real, solid axe in his hands. "Guys, did you see that?" she asked the others, pointing to the spot where she saw the figure. "Did we see what?" Henry asked, looking around the empty gym. Suddenly, all of the eleven teenagers heard somebody coughing somewhere in the shadows.

"Who's there?" Frank asked, his voice a little louder than he wanted it to be. Five other teenagers stepped out of the shadows. Each group of teenagers were staring, a silence fell between them. Dylan, Peter, John, and their group slowly got up onto their feet. Finally, Rosina was the one to break the silence. "Who are you? she asked the other group of teeangers. "I'm Susie, and this is Margaret, Daniel, Matt, and Louis." she told the others. The four of them all waved at the other eleven teenagers. "We can't stay here much longer." Louis told Dylan and his group, looking around the room. "Why can't we?" Annie asked him, a hint of fear in her voice.

All of a sudden, all of the sixteen teenagers heard a loud crash coming from somewhere down the hall. "What was that?" Rosina asked, slipping the delivery bag back onto her shoulder. Shadow whimpered at the sound the crashing made. "It's okay, boy." she told the dog, reaching in the bag to pet his head. Eric moaned and groaned, still holding his left arm against his chest. "What's wrong with him?" Matt asked Peter, looking at Eric. "He was bitten by a zombie." Peter told him, looking at Eric's wounded arm. Eric looked up at Dylan, his eyes were blood red, and blood was dripping from his nose.

Suddenly, Eric threw himself at Dylan, grabbing him by the shoulders. The others all moved out of their way. As Eric knocked Dylan down to the ground, his sledgehammer slipped out of his hand, and slid across the floor. The sledgehammer stopped at Peter's feet, so he bent over and picked it up. Dylan was on his back, holding Eric away at arm's length as he tried to bite him. His jaws snapped shut inches away from Dylan's face. With the sledgehammer in his hands, Peter walked over to the two teenagers. "Hit him, Peter! Hit him!" Dylan told him, who stood over both him and Eric. Dylan closed his eyes and waited for the pain, but there wasn't any.

Instead, he heard a loud cracking sound like somebody being hit in the jaw. Dylan slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and looked around. Eric was laying on the floor a couple of feet from his feet. As all fifteen teenagers watched, Eric slowly sat up. Before he could get back onto his feet, Peter went over to him, and slammed the sledgehammer on the side of his head. Eric's head hit the cold floor with a loud thump. "I'm so sorry, Eric." Peter said to his friend, looking down at him. He raised the sledgehammer over his head and slammed it into the side of Eric's head. He did it again, and again. Blood flew everywhere, landing on the ground with a soft splat.

When he was finally done, the side of Eric's head was smashed in, his cold, dead eyes stared blankly at the wall. Mike went over to Dylan, and helped him onto his feet. Peter walked over to Dylan, who looked at Eric's dead body. Peter held the sledgehammer out in front of him, and Dylan took his weapon back. The three of them went over to the other twelve teenagers. "I'm sorry that you had to do that." Louis told Peter, looking at Eric's dead body. "Somebody had to," Peter told him, looking down at the floor. "We need to go, now." Matt told the others, and they all walked out of the gym.

The fifteen teenagers ran out of the building and over to the van. When they got to the van, they all piled into the car. Soon, the car was back on the road. Peter was in the driver's seat while Dylan was in the front passenger seat. Peter didn't know where he was going, so he took the directions that Dylan told him to take. The van was a couple of miles down the road from the hospital when it ran out of gas. The car slowly came to a stop, and all of the teenagers piled out of the car. Both Peter and Dylan walked over to the front of the car. "Why now? Why?" Peter said, kicking the front tire of the van. "Calm down, calm down." Dylan told him, pulling him back.

Henry looked up at the sky and he said, "Oh, great..." and the others looked up at the sky too. The sky was getting darker and darker by the moment. Suddenly, they heard a scream, then they looked around, and realized that Annie was missing. Shortly after hearing the scream, they heard something land on the top of the car. Mike and Frank decided to take a quick look. They went over to the front of the car, and they climbed onto the hood of the car.

What they saw on top of the roof made them both scream. "What did you see?" Rebecca asked Mike, seeing the fear in his eyes. "Annie...is...dead," he told her, looking away from the roof of the car. "Hey, there is a prison up the road. Come on." Peter told the others. They decided to spend the night at the prison. But they didn't know what they were getting into. Eight of them will make it out alive. The other six of them will die trying.