[BLANE'S POV]
I sat there, barely able to keep my eyes open. I don't remember anyone drugging me? or did they in secret? I don't know anymore, everything was pretty hazy to me now.
The tingling sensation in my throat causes me to cough. Instead of clearing my throat, I cough up blood and a lot of it too..
What was happening to me?
There was no one in the room anymore, I remember them all leaving, saying that it was un-safe to stay any longer than they already have. What could be unsafe about a weaponless guy taped up??
Soon, I hear a rattling on the door. It swings open and to my surprise, Amanda comes bolting in - breathless.
She falls to her knees in front of me and starts to cry uncontrollably once more.
"What's wrong, sugar?" I smile, welling up.
"They left you here to...to.."
She couldn't even finish her sentence, poor thing. But I knew what she meant anyway. It was all so clear to me. They left me here to turn. To turn into one of..them things.
She un-taped my swollen, stiff wrists and in an instance, I bury her head in my chest.
"I'll stay with you" she sniffed, her tears being absorbed into my shirt.
"No, you can't" I protest but she insists by calmly laying back and staring at the dull, mouldy cieling.
I take a deep breath in, accepting that I'm nothing at this point. This was the last anyone would see of me.
I stroke her hair, staring at her beautiful face. Deep down I knew Lana could be in trouble, but it didn't seem to matter to me anymore..nothing mattered to me anymore.
I stare at the bite on my leg, all good memories coning back to me.
*FLASHBACKS - MEMORIES*
"You getting on or what?" I said, annoyed at Lana as I revved the engine of my motorbike. She jogs up to the bike, her little legs could barely get over the seat. Bless.
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"Come on slowpoke!" Amanda mocks, running through the field of long grass. We were only 14 years old. Everything was fine back then.
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"and you shouldn't be wondering about alone at night" Lana sarcastically added, looking me dead in the eyes. I felt bad. Real bad. She gave me a sense of responsibility..like I had to protect her..not her protect me.
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I lay down beside Amanda, hand in hand we waited.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift away into a permanent slumber.
YOU ARE READING
Apocalypse
ActionShe has to survive. She isn't like any other girl - doesn't care how she looks, doesn't paint her nails..instead, the only thing she paints is death with the blood of the zombies which have been multiplying in her city. It's the beginning of the end...
