Part 3

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Ella's POV

My back hits the side of my apartment building as I breathe heavily. I look around to the front of the building. There are only a few zombies roaming around. But I would rather not fight at the moment. Not with just guns and a few knives. I can easily run out of knives and the gun will only bring more zombies. So i take a few deep breaths and make a run for the door. My years of outrunning cops and K9s is finally paying off.

I run for the door and quickly throw it open. Dodging zombies outstretched hands and open mouths. I shut the door behind me and run to the stairs. I run up the stairs at a steady pace as to not tire myself out to much. Just in case. I get to my floor and quietly go to my apartment door. I hear zombies coming up the stairs that i just left. So i quickly unlock my door and go inside.

"Lucas"! I whisper yell into the apartment. After a moment of no response i panic. I go into his room and see nothing but a note on his bed. I sigh and pick it up, hoping for the best. '-Hey Ella, I left to go hang with a friend. I think you got arrested again. So if I'm not back by the time you are, just know I'm ok. Don't panic I'm alright. I'll see you soon.-' Now i normally would have relaxed. But the note was dated three days ago.

I sigh and pull my hair. "Lucas i swear to god. You better use what i taught you." I say to myself. Wishing my little brother could hear me. I take a few deep breaths and leave his room. I go into my room and grab a large duffle bag. I put a few pairs of clothes into my bag. I also put a blanket in it. Next, I flip my bed onto the floor. I have a safe on the ground under my bed. I quickly put the passcode in.

I quickly change my clothes into something that's better for what I'm going to have to do. I put on a white shirt, putting a knife in my bra. I put on my green army-type jacket, putting a few knives in it as well. I put on my black jeans and my converse shoes. A knife in my sock. I then smirk and grab my twin katanas and put them on my back. I grab the rest of my knives and put them on my arm sheaths under my jacket. And on my hips and thighs. 

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