We need help..

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{Dead Silence Theme Song}
[Dead Silence Movie]

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{Y/N'S POV ╬}

My head raises up. E/C eyes looking straight into the zombies decaying ones...why couldn't I move?...

...I...I don't wanna die...

...p..l..ea..s!


...I DON'T WANNA DIE!!..

The sound of a gunshot ringing in my ears making me go deaf for a few seconds. Ringing sounded in my eardrums. Turning my eyes to face a gun that was a few inches away from me.

Tom had killed a zombie that was only a couple seconds away from turning my face into it's next meal. Adding force to the board keeping out any other zombies from sticking their head in. While keeping his attention on my face... Is expression was filled with concern. "Y/N...?" Tord question me.

I look away from their gazes scratching at my hand. Scratching it more violently, feeling a burning sensation. I needed to snap out a it or else we'll all die. Placing my hands back on the board and stabbing some zombies that tried to put an arm or leg through.

"WHAT GOT YOU SO NONCHALANT ALL OF A SUDDEN?! WE'RE GOING TO FUCKIN DIE!!" Tord yells at the blue hair women. Who had opened up a trash chute that was next to her. "Oooh nono. YOU'RE dead. I'll be just fine! Well! With that, I'll be off. What I want to be keeping my ride waiting~" She sticks up a peace sigh. Getting inside the garbage chute.

"BUT WHAT ABOUT TOM!? SURLEY YOU'D WANT TO STICK AROUND AND HELP HIM OUT TOO?!" Tord yells at her. Thinking that three people alone isn't enough to hold off the hoard of zombies that was trying to get in.

"Oh no. Tom'll be fine. Right Tom? He's got his girlfriend with him. Cya!" And with that she slides down the chute leaving us three all alone... With death itself. Right after she had left a zombie broke through one of the wooden boards.

"...FUCK FUCK FUCK!...Tord back away from there! Tom! Can you please get a weapon and help us here! You know how to work theses right!?...right??!!!" I grabbed him. Shaking from panic and adrenaline. He got closer into my face...so close it almost looked like he was gonna kiss me.

Just for him to collapse into my arms. "Shit! He's still drunk!" I yell to Tom. "FUCKIN perfect! Grab him and let's get out of here!" Picking up the spiky hair man and ran into the hallway. His hands playing with my hood strings.

Huffing out of breath from running fast. Trying to catch our breath. Tom still very freaking drunk, his head like a newborn, all lose and no neck support. I hold it up so he didn't break it somehow. "Shit ...I should have grabbed a weapon! Tom, please tell me you grabbed a weapon...or two?" I asked hip. Whipping my face with my sleeve. Which probably just spread the blood on my face more.

Tom pulling a gun out of his hoodie pocket. Tords once scared face now held a overjoyed one. Now relief we had somewhat of a weapon to protect us from the zombies besides my knife.

"AHAH! It's better than nothing! Maybe you're not so good for nothing after all- oh no.." Right after he he complimented Tom the sound of eerie snarl and growl coming from behind us making each of us freeze.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

We all on to one another. Tom looking down at his gun before ready to aim it at the zombie... But instead of that he just throws it at its head...

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"OKAY TIME TO GO!" I yelled out. They both men by their arms and dragging them to a safer area. Before the exit stairs caught my attention and a glimpse of hoped shined in my heart. "Yes!" I pushed the two men in front of me to go down the stairs first. So hoard of zombies behind us came faster than we expected but thankfully we shut the door before they could get us.

We panted... Fear over simulating our bodies. Tord fell back up against the door trying to steady his breath. Me falling out my knees trembling as I hug myself. I was covered Head To toe with blood and it didn't help that my face was all splattered with thick red metallic liquid. I couldn't take it anymore as I run over to a trash can that was nearby and let out everything that was in my stomach.

"...I-ill... Call Matt to.. tell him to pick us up..."

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