Survival of the fittest

Rivalries

I dedicate this chapter to Xoxokelseyshawxoxo because she helped me write this with my horrible writers block. Also for being my best friend that will support anyone. Please go check her out she is an amazing writer. Anyway I would just like to thank every single reader for getting this book to 300 reads. It's unbelievable! I just thought that my book would get about 10 reads and that i would enjoy writing it. I still do but now a little bit more. Anyway just a quick heads up, the next couple of chapters might get a little bit gruesome, but not too bad. Anyway thanks again everyone.
I'm99percentdevil

We ran through the forest to the site Kelsey  had seen the other fire. Following her lead I was making sure we were alright behind us so I kept my gun at hand. I didn't think that anyone was following us but the sight of smoke in the air might draw the zombies to follow us. Luckily, it hadn't, so I turned around and started to catch them up. To my surprise, Georgie had got out the knives we had and was wielding them as if she was a trained knife expert. I felt like calling her a show off because I remembered that her dad was an actual knife expert at one point, but then stopped to go back to university and help mine and Kelsey's dads with their stupid experiments. The experiments that brought us hear now. Before he did though he had taught her all that he knew. Well, that's one person I don't have to worry that much about. I think to myself. We keep running until Kelsey stops and points like a tracker dog. 'There! Can you see the smoke? Can you smell it?' She insists. Georgie agrees with her when I spot something on the ground. Footprints, fresh footprints. Human footprints.

'Be quiet! Someone might be here;there are fresh footprints here and a lot of muffled noise over there. So be quiet!' I almost whisper/scream at them. They get ready with what they have and we start to follow the noise. The closer we get the more of a conversation I can hear. Then, just a I catch sight of them, SNAP!
'Georgie!' Kelsey almost screams at her. Luckily she didn't. Just in time, we all duck behind some bushes and hope that they disregard it for an animal. Unfortunately, luck has decided to abandon us once again. 'Hey, what was that?' 'Dude, leave it. Probably some stupid rabbit or something.' 'Yeah well, what if it's a zombie?' 'Then we go inside and wait for them to attack us. Anyway, look. There's a whole other group of rabbits running past. Stop panicking. Come on' I recognized the voices that spoke. Some guys from my high school. But one of them shoots hatred through me.
Why him? Why did he have to survive all of this? I swear he should be dead! I think of every swear word known to man and fill them in one descriptive sentence mentally. I look over at the girls and they are filled with the same emotions as me. I can see it in their eyes. Kelsey and Georgie somehow mouth the exact same words at the exact same time at me. Really? Him? Come on! I just shrug my shoulders and then mouth back. Come on, let's show them who we really are. They both just smile and we start to advance onto the small shack they went into.

I signal the girls to go in the front door with Kelsey in front, gun in hand. I can clearly see the confusion in their faces, so I point at the glass panel on the roof and climb onto the roof as quietly as I can. They realise and open the door quietly. As soon as I nod at them they rush in. I watch from above and listen to every word said, nervously waiting for the right moment.

'Hey guys, what are they doing in here... Oh my god don't shoot! Please! Oh God!' Harry screams, on the verge of crying, fear obviously in his voice. Before the boys hot him they turn around only to be greeted by a pair of girls, pissed off with life as it is, one brandishing two knives and the other brandishing a loaded gun. Not the best position to be in. Kelsey starts barking commands at them, before I know it, they are all kneeling down, hands behind heads and holding back the evident fear inside them as best they can. I can't help but giggle at the fact that I'm looking at the most arrogant, stuck up archoles in the world who have gone from being desperate badmans to crying three year olds. Pretty amusing from my point of view. I'm about to jump down from the roof and join them until I notice something Liam is doing. He was trying to signal someone as best he could while kneeling down with his hands behind his head and a gun pointed at him. I don't know what it means until I see the John kid shuffle ever so closely to the crowbar on the floor. I instantly realise and aim at his head. As soon as he picks it up, BANG. He drops down dead; bullet hole in the middle of his forehead and blood gushing out by the bucketfull. I jump down from the roof and point my gun at Liam. I guess I shocked everyone, but the girls play along, Kelsey pointing her gun at Louie and Georgie playing with her knives dangerously close to Harry's face and neck. I decide to say what I have been wanting to say for the past seven years to all of them: 'Don't piss me off more than you already have, now you know what will happen.' Liam obviously disagrees with the fact that he has pissed me off for seven years and stands up to retaliate at me. Unfortunately for him, Georgie reacts rather quickly, throwing on of her knives at his head, which gets caught in his hair and flings him into the wall behind him. She  then runs up to him and rests the other blade on his neck. ' Does anyone else want to argue with us?' She ask  with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. 'No. No Georgie.' They all mutter. Apart from Liam. 'Hey! Get this crazy chic off me. And you can start by getting that knife away from me you imbecile.' He really doesn't get it so I teach him a lesson. Still pointing my gun at the other boys on the floor, I walk over to Georgie, who hands me the knife in the wall. I play with it for a while and then eventually say, 'Shut it Liam.' ' Make me Marcelline. Make m... OWW! Stop get off OWW!!' He screams as I drag the blade down his face slowly and painfully. As I pull it away, blood dripping from the side of his already broken face, I simply say, 'Now, does anyone else want to answer me back?'