ALIVE ANGELS ; lana del rey

➵ six, undead

*:·ﾟ✧ CHAPTER SIX. undead

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"We have to leave," I demand.

Carmen anxiously nods her head as I grab her hand, and I realize I don't have anywhere to go.

"Where, exactly?" Carmen asks sarcastically.

"Let's just go inside somewhere," I stammer through my words.

We rush to shelter and slightly unpack our things without creating a second home because we plan to leave immediately.

As the day warps into the night and the afternoon, the blue sky transforms into a jet black display with scattered luminaries, and the temperature is almost unbearably freezing.

My teeth can not stop chattering, and Carmen layers everything on her body to insulate herself. I want to talk about how we're gonna get out of this wasteland, but my lips are frozen solid, and each time I try to speak, I stammer and stumble on every single syllable, so I decide not to.

Layering my zip-up jacket onto my sweater, I slowly get up to walk around until I hear unintelligible noise in the distance. I immediately shot down to the ground, trying to speak for the first time in hours.

"Do you hear that?" I whisper.

"What?" Carmen yells out.

"Clearly not," I responded.

"What did you say?"

"Be quiet! They're gonna hear you!"

"Who?" Carmen questions.

"The people in the distance, they sound like a group of murderers over there," I explain.

"Are you serious? Murderers?"

"Yes, I'm dead serious."

"There are people out there?"

"Do you wanna check?" I sarcastically ask.

"No..."

"I heard noises, and I'm assuming they're talking noises made by other people," I explain.

The noise occurs again, except louder and closer to us. I still can't understand what the group is saying, but I can tell they speak.

"Listen?" I ask.

"Yeah, I did. It sounds like the group is coming towards us," Carmen adds.

"Shhh!"

I put my hand over Carmen's mouth, trying to understand what the group is saying. In an attempt to comprehend, I try to get closer until I realize that they know we're here. We must've been too loud because they are coming towards us now.

I quietly get up with my backpack, grabbing Carmen and her things. Racing away from the building, I step over ruins, and shortly after, we're running on the desolate streets of this city. That is until the group sees us because we're right in front of them.

"Run," I say to Carmen under my breath.

We start to sprint faster than we ever have before because soon enough, we find out that they have hand-held weapons––so fun!

"Run. Run. Run," I repeat over and over to myself.

My eyes widen as I can hear one of them getting closer, so I look over to see if Carmen is okay, and thankfully, she is.

My body starts shaking, and so do my hands. For around ten minutes, we run at full speed around this abandoned city until I feel a hand on my shoulder, pushing me onto the pavement. It's one of them.