~Alex~
"Chance!" I screamed. Viciously, I picked up the Glock he dropped and began picking off the parasites still on him. Each drop with a round, and I throw the gun aside when I can finally see him. I drop down beside him, bruising my knees in the process, and start screaming. "Chance! No, no, no!" I picked up his head and laid it on my lap, same as he had done for me. His body was covered in bites and gashes. His clothes were torn and covered in blood. A small tickle of blood ran down the side of his mouth, his face smeared in blood and dirt. I screamed again, tears welling up in my eyes. "Chance, no! You promised! You can't die!" I blubbered irrationally.
Tony ran up to me, trying to pull me up to my feet. "There's too many, we have to go NOW!"
"NOO!" I yelled. "I can't leave him! He's still alive!"
"Alex, he's dead! You can't save him now! GO!" he bellowed.
I tried dragging Chance with me, my hands sliding on all the blood, but Tony picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, running away. "You bastard! No! Take me back to him! CHANCE!" I kicked and thrashed at him, hitting him hard enough that he accidentally dropped me. I landed hard on my knees again, but I ignored the pain, getting up and trying to run back to Chance. Tears pouring down my face, I cried out hoarsely, "Chance, get up, get up, PLEASE!" Tony caught up with me and snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me along with him. "Chance, please." I whispered. "Get up."
He never moved. The zombies continued to move at us, but I was so disconnected I couldn't take it in. It felt like I was watching a movie before zombies were real and they were a joke. My heart and mind were both numb. He couldn't be gone.
He promised.
YOU ARE READING
midst of death
RomanceA little after the outbreak of a nasty virus that turns everyone into zombies, 16 year old Alex must survive the zombie apocalypse with her deaf best friend Phyllicia. Together they fight off the zombies, find safe places to hide out, and they obey...
