Chapter 3

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I don't know how long we were running, but I know this was not just a normal murder. Houses are burning, everywhere I look are burning corpses, covered in blood and several infected wounds, limbs are ripped of, people seem to change into monsters. Heartless, brainless monsters, who can only kill and destroy...

So now here I am, still running. 8 children who cannot defend themselves from the harming 'creatures'. So the first thing we need to do, is get weapons! Well that's easy... Where do we find weapons? We live in one of the most peacefull cities of the Netherlands. Well, it used to be peacefull. The only weapons I can think of are knives hanging in the kitchen. "Let's go to my home, I have enough knives for us to defend ourselves!" I scream so the other kids can hear me through the noise of burning oak, screaming women and growling half-dead people. They agree and follow me. I've never had this much stamina, but I kept running. I think I ran for half an hour at full-speed. 

"That house is mine!" I yell while pointing to a small house that belongs to a row of terraced houses. "Kayleigh, wait.." says Aidan while putting his hand on my shoulder. It is then that I realize I'm more exhausted than I've ever felt before. "You don't know what you can find in there.." Aiden's voice sounds concerned, like he cares about me for the first time. Aiden is a sweet boy, he's been nice to me, but he never seemed to care about me. "I'll be going to find out anyway, we need those knives, and that's what matters the most right now." I say confident, although I am really scared for what's inside...

The door is closed, but that does not matter. I have a key to unlock the door hanging at my key ch.. "My key chain! It's in the pocket of the jeans which are still hanging in the dressing room at school!" My friends looked at me and thought. Now was not the time to make stupid comments, like they would usually do. Suddenly Ryan starts kicking the door. He is tall and strong, and his black crew cut makes him look like he could beat anyone. He will probably succeed to kick open the door. 

           One kick..
The door is still closed.. 

         Second kick.. 
I wonder if my parents are alive.. 

        Third kick.. 
My sister was still at school, I left her there... 

        Fourth kick...
The door swings open and collides with the heater behind it. 

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