He fired but it wasn't him. It was the boy. The boy from a couple days ago at the school. The boy who ditched me after getting me attacked by that infected thing.
The silence couldn't be any louder in that room after he fired. John and his gun fell to the floor. His knees hit first, then his shoulders fell, making his busted head and skull crack even more after banging into the nightstand beside the bed. His body lay soulless and lifeless. Just like Lily Beth Owens. Justice well served.
I moved my focus to the man standing in the doorway. Gun still pointed. Then I realized the upper half of my body was exposed to this man so I quickly covered myself with the blanket.
He who hasn't been named besides 'the boy' never moved his gaze off of me. I felt slight judgement from the disgusted look in his eyes. And yet again, without a word, he turned around and headed out.
I let him leave my sight once. I won't do it again so I chased after him. Over John's dead body and with a blanket covering my tits, I ran out after snatching up my bag and managed to make him stop.
"Don't you dare!" I yelled.
He stood outside of the house, gun in hand, back facing me. He was mute. Almost agitated as well. As if I bothered him.
"Hello?!" I fussed.
"We're even now." He said in the most mundane way.
"Actually we're not! You killed me-" I froze my words. I wasn't thinking clearly when I spoke. He could kill me this instant if I let him know I'm infected.
"I killed you." He was sarcastic and that boiled my blood.
"Fuck you!" I flipped him off and turned around.
"The world goes to shit and assholes are still assholes." He laughed.
"You're the asshole!" I whipped back around.
"I just saved your ass. The least you could do is not complain about it." He started walking.
"And I saved yours but at least you get to live!" I yelled.
"Will you shut the fuck up?! You're going to attract the dead for fucks sake!" He yelled.
"I can't do that when I'm already dead!" I yelled even louder.
He whipped around, ran up to me and held his gun under my chin.
"Want me to prove that to you darling?" His eyes were fierce and fired with anger but so were mine.
I let the blanket fall off of my shoulder and reveal my bite mark. I watched happily as his eyes got serious.
"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. I tried to do that already but I wasted my last bullet on you." I said angrily digging my finger into his chest.
He turned around and sighed as he started walking. Leaving me. Again. I was gonna watch him walk off into his little dreamland where the unicorns poop rainbows and eat butterflies but he stopped midway.
"Wait. That was two days ago."
"Indeed."
"How are you not dead? Or killing people?"
"Jeez if only I fucking knew." I said sarcastically.
"No seriously. It takes only a few hours for people to turn. Is that even real?" He came back and started looking at me.
"Oh yeah because I asked to get attacked by a zombie that YOU brought into that room!" I fussed.
"I didn't know you were in there!" He fussed back.
A rustle in the woods shut us both up and we ducked behind a beat up car. The boy hovered over me as he adjusted his body to see what it was. I wanted to see too but he didn't allow it. Then, I didn't even need to see what it was. I heard them. People.
Me and the boy had the same idea because we both moved cautiously out of their way. The boy had cut a whole in the gate but the people were going in through it. We eventually made it to the opening of the gate, in which I opened and we exited. We ran as far as my feet took me.
Which wasn't far because I had no shoes and I was running with a blanket in my arms. The boy threw his jacket on me and carried me quickly to a house where I found some shoes and ran. To my luck, the converses I found were exactly my size.
When we reached a place far enough for us to be out of the people's way, he pulled me into a gas station where he made me sit still so he could think.
"If you're planning on ditching me please go ahead." I said crossing my arms. His jacket had a patch on it; 'Tristan'.
He paced around until he stopped suddenly and started scrummaging through his bag, than he whipped out something on my neck which pricked me.
"Ow! Hey!" I swatted him away as he stared into the screen of the thing in his hand.
"Shit. Infected." He turned away sighing loudly.
"What is that?!"
"A tester to see if you're actually infected."
"I told you already that I was."
"It doesn't make sense to me that you're still here."
I sat there for a moment letting his words sink in. He was right. It doesn't make any sense. The thing that everyone on this earth is fighting against has actually happened to me and I'm alive. The single thought of that made my chest feel as if an elephant was stepping on it crushing my bones the more I breathe. Air didn't exist anymore and the only thing I was left with were my thoughts.
"Let's go. We can't sit still." Tristan grabbed my arm and started walking.
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Breath Of Death
General FictionRiley was once a 14 year old girl who unwillingly had to learn the hardships that come with an outbreak of a nuclear explosion. 4 years later, her lack of faith is restored when she realizes she may have another chance at life after an unsuccessful...