The Last Plague

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Alarm

"That's our alarm," Grayson said panting. "If something happens, like more zombies coming at us than usual, the alarm goes off. We should have an army around here or at least some weapons for people to use, but we don't. I've tried to convince many, many others around that we need it; no one will listen." He continued, starting to sound calmer.

"So, did more zombies than usual come? Is that why the alarm went off?" Trina asked Grayson, she seemed calm the entire time.

Grayson let out a small laugh. "Usually, there are more zombies than normal causing the alarm. Not always, usually. That time there were more than one of our turrets running out of ammo. In my opinion, there shouldn't have to be an alarm for that. We have plenty of turrets around here. If one, two, even five or so run out, we'll be fine! They have the same alarm for every single emergency! It's so stupid! You agree with me, right?" Grayson started shouting.

"It makes sense," Trina said calmly. "Why won't they listen to you?" she asked him.

"To be honest, I don't know. I've tried to get them to talk, but they seem, well, distant. They act like the world isn't ending. They don't listen to anyone or anything, no matter what. I've tried to get others to, well, force them in a way to listen to me. Everyone is too scared to do anything though." Grayson let out a small sigh. He seemed disappointed and slightly angry. "Do you want to get out?"

"Yes, please," Trina said, walking out.

I sat there, silent. I was taking everything in. I started ignoring everyone around me.

Trina and Grayson looked at me, then walked out of the room. Trina looked slightly worried, she also seemed like she didn't want to leave.

I didn't know what was wrong. I sat down in a nearby chair and just stared at the floor. So many things had happened in so little time. I had another feeling I would be taken from here to somewhere else in a few days. It happened multiple times in the past, why wouldn't it happen again? My ears were still ringing from the alarm. I started considering just running away from here, living in the woods, not coming back until society rebuilt itself. If it rebuilds itself. My mind had the sudden morbid thought. If it rebuilds itself. It wasn't an unrealistic thought either. After sitting there with my thoughts for about thirty minutes I finally got up. I walked out the door to the sound of heavy breathing.

"Please, you have to listen to me," a faint and desperate voice came, just audible enough to hear. "You have to leave, there is not much time. You have to, listen to me, please." It was a voice desperate for listeners. "You have to leave, there is not much time." The voice was cracking and weary, I couldn't tell if it was a man's or a woman's.

I hurried out of the room to where the voice was. I could see a man on his knees. He was kneeling against a desk in the front of the room. He had tattered clothing and was bleeding through a huge gash across his stomach. He was breathing at an unnatural rate. He didn't seem like he would be able to talk with how exhausted he looked. He had shaggy hair reaching down to his shoulders. His blue eyes had the look of the innocence of a child.

"Please, listen to me. You have to leave, there is not much time." He gasped out.

Two men suddenly ran into the room. They grabbed his shoulders as he started slumping over. They walked out carrying him silently. He continued gasping out words while he was dragged away. I doubt his final words will ever leave me.

Please, listen to me. His words were being gasped out, begging for someone to listen to him.

I was haunted for the next hour, constantly glancing out the window or expecting the alarm to go off. I started calming down after two hours went by, but I was still worried.