The Last Survivors

Chapter 15: left

Days turned into weeks, and the once vibrant bond between Seraphina, Bastien, and Phoenix seemed to wither and fade with each passing moment. Seraphina withdrew further into herself, her demeanor cold and distant as she struggled to come to terms with the pain of betrayal.

Bastien and Phoenix watched with heavy hearts as their friend slipped further away from them, their attempts to reach out met with stony silence and icy glares. They knew that they had caused Seraphina pain beyond measure, and the weight of their guilt hung heavy around their necks like a millstone.

But despite their efforts to mend the rift that had formed between them, the chasm only seemed to deepen with each passing day, a silent testament to the damage that had been done.

Then, one fateful day, as they ventured out on a supply run, disaster struck. A horde of zombies descended upon them with terrifying speed, their gnashing teeth and outstretched hands a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of their walls.

Bastien and Phoenix sprang into action, their weapons at the ready as they prepared to face the onslaught head-on. But as they glanced over their shoulders, they realized that Seraphina was nowhere to be found.

"Seraphina, we need to move!" Bastien called out, his voice tinged with urgency as he scanned the horizon for any sign of their friend.

But Seraphina stood frozen in place, her eyes fixed on the approaching horde with a sense of eerie calm. She made no move to defend herself, no attempt to flee from the danger that loomed ever closer.

"Seraphina, snap out of it!" Phoenix cried, her voice tinged with desperation as she reached out to her friend. But Seraphina remained unmoved, her gaze distant and detached as the zombies closed in around her.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of their stomachs, Bastien and Phoenix realized that they were running out of time. They had to make a choice – leave Seraphina behind and save themselves, or risk everything to try and save their friend from the clutches of the undead.

And as the horde descended upon them with ravenous hunger, Bastien and Phoenix knew that whatever choice they made would irrevocably alter the course of their lives, sealing their fates in blood and sacrifice.

With a surge of adrenaline, Phoenix darted towards Seraphina, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached out and grabbed her friend's arm. "Seraphina, snap out of it!" she yelled, her voice filled with urgency as she pulled her away from the encroaching horde of zombies.

Seraphina stumbled forward, her dazed expression slowly giving way to a flicker of awareness as Phoenix dragged her along. With each frantic step, Phoenix could feel the weight of Seraphina's limp body, a stark reminder of the danger they faced.

"Keep moving!" Phoenix urged, her grip tightening on Seraphina's arm as they raced towards safety. Behind them, the sound of snarling zombies grew louder, their relentless pursuit driving them onward with a sense of urgency.

Bastien fell into step beside them, his eyes wide with fear as he glanced back at the advancing horde. "We need to find shelter, now!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of growls and moans that echoed through the deserted streets.

Together, they sprinted towards the nearest building, their breath ragged and hearts pounding as they fought to outrun the relentless tide of undead. With each passing moment, the gap between them and safety grew smaller, until at last they reached the relative safety of the abandoned building.

As they collapsed against the crumbling walls, their chests heaving with exertion, Bastien and Phoenix exchanged a weary glance. Despite the danger that still lurked beyond the safety of their makeshift shelter, they knew that for now, they were safe – and that they owed their lives to the unbreakable bond of friendship that had carried them through the darkest of times.