Hannah, a twelve-year-old girl navigates through the outbreak between nightmarish flashbacks and reality, while trying to stay alive. Throughout her journey, she meets many people who soon become family, but the lingering fear of losing it all... ag...
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The room was dim, the air thick with tension and fear, the shadows dancing on the walls, the whispers of the past echoing in her ears, haunting her, taunting her, mocking her. And there, standing before her, was Riley, her best friend, the once vibrant Riley, her eyes filled with sadness and accusation, her voice cold and bitter as she blamed Hannah for everything, for her pain, her suffering, her death.
"It's all your fault, Hannah," Riley's voice echoed, her words cutting deep, her gaze piercing, her presence suffocating, overwhelming Hannah, consuming her with guilt, with shame, with regret...
"How could you do this to me? I'm your best friend and you just ... killed me and left me there like I was nothing...let me die, Hannah. You let me die." Riley cried out
"N-no, It wasn't like that... Riley, I didn't have a choice!" Hannah pleaded, her voice struggling to keep calm as she stared back at the girl she deeply cared for.
"There's always a choice and you chose to let me die! and then what? you replaced me with all those new people..." Riley yelled, her demeanor changing in a matter of seconds as she began walking over to the girl, a familiar rifle in hand. Without a second thought, she fired at the girl as Hannah clutched her stomach slowly looking down at the red stain growing on her shirt.
"See? Now you know how it feels!" Riley yelled as Hannah stumbled backward, desperately searching for the door handle and pulling the door open.
Hannah's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps, her mind reeling, her body trembling, as she turned and ran, desperate to escape, desperate to flee, desperate to hide. But there was no escape, no refuge, no sanctuary.
Shane was there, his eyes filled with anger and betrayal, his voice harsh and demanding, his grip tight and relentless against her shoulders, as he cornered her, as he backed her against the wall, as he interrogated her and threatened her, as he warned her to keep her mouth shut, to keep her silence.
"You saw something, didn't you?" Shane's voice echoed, his words cold and menacing, his gaze unwavering and intense, his presence intimidating, overpowering Hannah, consuming her with fear, with dread, with terror...
"You saw me, didn't you? You saw me with Lori. You saw what we did. You can't tell anyone, Hannah. You can't. Do you understand? You can't." he yelled.
Hannah's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind reeling, her body trembling, as she tried to escape, as she tried to flee, as she tried to hide. But there was no escape, no refuge, no sanctuary. She was trapped, alone, vulnerable, exposed...
Until a hand reached out, pulling her away from the tall, loud man and running off down the hospital halls to flee. The presence was comforting as Hannah followed after the figure ending up in a room filled with Chairs.
