Chapter Four.
I stepped slowly and silently backwards. I gathered everything I needed in a big bag, and left the store. When I got back, Nate wasn't there. Nate was gone. I could hear zombies coming out of the store after me. I decided to just leave. So I ran. I ran straight back to the shack. My 'buddies' had left me. It was like I was left with a painful death sentence.
I arrived back at the house half an hour later. I breathlessley opened the door. Tessa looked at me, and ran to me.
"Oh my god! Ellie you're alive."
"Of course I'm alive. I don't think Nate and Logan made it though."
Tessa blinked blankly. "What do you mean? They arrived back here an hour ago. They said you were killed! Obviously the wrong story, then."
"They did? Where- where are they?!"
"They're out back with the kids. Bella managed to fix the fence out back. We found some children's toys in the basement. I've finished the kid's tea. There was some coffee and whatnot down there. If you'll excuse me."
I marched into the backyard. Logan and Nate stopped.
"You assholes!"
"Look, Ellie, you were going to slow us down."
"Slow you fucking down?! I got whatever was left in that store and YOU LEFT ME! What did YOU manage to get, Logan, huh?!"
Nate folded his arms. "You need to chill the fuck out. A load of zombies came out of nowhere. We had to go, okay?!"
"I cannot believe you," I said, blinking back tears. "Next time either of you need help, I am not helping you peice of shits. I cannot fucking believe what you did. You'd better stay the hell away from me, or else I will use my gun lisence to blow off your fucking heads."
The sun sank into the lake and everybody was going to bed. I stayed up and tried to get the radio working. None of the channels were working properly. Tessa went to bed and Logan sat on the roof watching. Guard duty. My job. Not his. I finished off carving some wooden bullets and I went up the stairs to the roof. Logan stood up and pushed past me.
"I try to keep your fat ass safe, at-least cut me some slack."
"Slack my 'fat ass'," Logan replied. "Why can't you get over it!"
"I can't, Logan! That's the fucking problem!"
"I'm done. If you shit me again, Ellie, I'll use MY gun lisence to blow off your head. See? Not as fun when they say it at you, is it?"
