We're Not Alone

Chapter 19

Our mouths are still gaping wide open, staring at what's in front of us. Infected. Not the kind of infected we've seen before. They look like a normal person but are making a clicking sound much alike Tickers.

"Sh¡t, Hawkers," Dad mutters under his breath.

Since they look like regular people, I can tell exactly who they are. Tyler Oakley and Joey Graceffa.

What were they doing in Pennsylvania? I wonder.

"What do Hawkers do, Dad?"

"They are the mixture of Trackers and Tickers. Sound like Tickers, can see and move like Trackers and look like normal people." Dad whispers with concern in his eyes.

"Tyler... Joey..." Trevor says with a tear rolling down his cheek.

I embrace him after kissing his tears from his face, "I'm so sorry, love."

He manages out a small smile before we are snapped back to reality by two gunshots.

I look up to see two corpses lying on floor with blood flowing from their heads. Now it's my turn to let a sob escape my mouth.

With me and Trevor both crying and holding each other, we are no help at all.

The other three are barricading the door and trying to fight off the other infected.

I gather myself to help, but when I see Tyler again I just crumble to the ground. He was my rock. If I had a bad day for whatever reason I could just go up to my room, watch his videos and zone out. He was always there for me. I just hope Troye is alright...

"'Mila, I'm sorry, I'm sad too, but we need a bit of help here..." Paisley says to me.

I pull myself up from the ground and pull out my pistol. I pull back the trigger and manage to shoot one to the skull after two attempts.

After that they are all taken care of and are lying on the ground. Lifeless.

Trevor walks to a slightly boarded up window and smashes the wood off. He opens the window using the latch. One by one we crawl through the tiny space which leads out to the forest.

We decide to go deep into the forest in case we get spotted.

After being chased through the saw mill it is now six o'clock. I'm tired, starving and need to be alone.

I sit down and without a protest the others stop and join me.

We eat whatever we have left, me a packet if chips, a can of Pepsi and a muesli bar. The one thing I can't stand about all of this is that we aren't eating any good food. I almost feel sick because I haven't eaten in so long.

Once the sun sets we decide it's time to go to sleep. All at once everyone falls asleep, except me. I just lay there. Lifeless. Thinking. Thinking about why this is happening. Who this is happening to. And I come to a conclusion, I have no answer to any of these questions. So I drift off to sleep as I would at home, on a normal day. Stretched out like a starfish. Yep, I'm normal.