All Of Us Might Die

One

The night sky was a light with the eerie glow of the full moon. It lingered, an unblinking eye, an unwilling witness to the chaos unfolding in the streets surrounding a building.

The silence that hung in the air was thick and pressing, intense enough to make me feel like the sight of the zombies outside was the least of my worries. I knew, deep in my heart, that we were all doomed. We were all too scared to tell each other this though, so, instead, the seven of us stayed, unmoving and silent; the only sound being our own labored breathing. Clinging to hope that the monsters beyond the glass could not reach us.

My heart was pounding, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead even though it wasn't hot inside the restaurant. I wanted to shut my eyes and pretend like none of this was real, but I couldn't move. I crouched still, glued to the spot, watching as Lunar peeked out from under the counter a fifth time to see if the undead were still shuffling around the rooftop.

We had been hiding in this restaurant for what felt like hours and I was growing more and more afraid with each passing minute. Around us, I could hear the occasional groaning from the zombies that had taken over the streets, as well as the screeching of cars skidding across the asphalt in the midst of chaos and screams.

None of those monsters outside seemed to notice us here huddled together, even when one of us occasionally rose from beneath the counter, they completely ignored our existence. Which was surprising considering the entire restaurant was surrounded by glass walls, asides from the area towards the kitchen.

I couldn't help reminiscing, my mind drifting back to the serene time just a few hours ago. I had been sitting on the rooftop, surrounded by ten friends, enjoying the soft sounds of chatter and the feel of wind blowing through my hair. One of them, kniFe, Fey for short, stood tall with her dark wavy shoulder-length hair, confidently showing off her new pocket knife. She was dressed in a black tank top and dark navy green cargo pants, the same outfit she wore to every meeting.

On the side, rJ and Lunar were deeply engrossed in a conversation that piqued my curiosity, though I found it hard to follow their topic.

Their starkly contrasting aesthetics made for an odd sight, with rJ's tousled hair framing his face, dressed in a beige button-up shirt, paired with a light gray undershirt and baggy green pants. On the other hand, Lunar sported a tight-fitting jumpsuit that hugged her curves in all the right places, topped off with a stylish harrington jacket, boots, and a neat ponytail fixed on her head. Everything on her being was in the shade of black, making her stand out in contrast to rJ's more muted outfit.

Despite their different fashion choices, they seemed to be getting along well, with animated gestures and occasional bursts of laughter mid conversation.

I shifted my gaze, I couldn't help but notice Helly and Sophia standing out with their distinct appearances. Helly's strawberry blonde hair fell gracefully just above her shoulders, framing her face beautifully. Her simple yet stylish t-shirt and shorts perfectly complemented her hair color, giving her an effortless and put-together look.

Sophia, on the other hand, had her dark-hazelnut curly hair tied up in a ponytail, highlighting her striking features. Her stylish leather jacket and black jeans exuded an air of effortless elegance, perfectly suiting her relaxed yet refined style.

It was hard not to notice the overall attractiveness of the women in our group.

As the rest of our group indulged in their own activities, I noticed Julie, our eldest member, seemed lost in her own thoughts.

I couldn't help but linger on her beauty for a moment longer, taking in all that I saw. Julie had auburn red hair, styled into two fairly long braids adorned with green ribbons that rested on either side of her shoulders. Her stormy blue eyes stood out, accentuated by her heavy mascara and colorful eye makeup that she wore to "look more awake than I really am". Even when she was serious, smile wrinkles were always present on the outer corners of her eyes, a testament to her tendency to awkwardly smile and giggle. She was dressed in a brown tank top with two green stripes across the middle and dark blue bell bottoms. She loved her Doc Martens, even if her long bell bottoms didn't show them off. She was a fashion experimenter and enjoyed exploring her wardrobe.