One is the loneliest number - Minho TMR

CHAPTER SEVEN

A small screams leaves her mouth. 'Her eyes!' 

The sight in front of her would be able to give her nightmares forever. This thing didn't even look human. That's probably what the doctors at WICKED were talking about. This virus. Did it make you like ... this? 

She doesn't have enough time to wonder before a klicking sort of scream is heard behind her. It's way to deep to be Minho's. Her body twist around, seeing another one of these things. This time it's a male. The thing runs a little before suddenly stopping and gagging up some spit, his neck bend in a weird direction. 

'Oh, shit!' She exclaims. The thing turns his attention back to the trio, shakily fast-walking towards them. Minho picks up something from the ground, pushing her behind him before hitting it. The thing falls on the floor, twisting and screaming. Her nose scrunches upwards. 

'What the hell is that thing?' Minho asks, shining his flashlight in panic. She follows his actions paranoia overcoming her senses. 'I swear if I die like this.' She says. 

Nobody had time to comment as another scream is heard. 'How many fucking are there?!' She loudly exclaims, nervousness spreading through her body. Her hands lace around both Thomas's and Minho's bicep, pulling them backwards. 'Gotta move, go!' 

And suddenly the three of them are running directly in the direction of this thing. Not like they had anywhere else to go. They avoid it bye running in those restaurant doors again. The trio pushes their bodies against it, making Brie struggle because she hadn't lifted weight in like ... ever, actually. 

'Hold it down, hold it down!' Minho exclaims before running off. Both Thomas and her exclaim in surprise and by the extra weight they had to push against it. 'I swear to god if you're leaving us behind.'

He only answers her by screaming loudly. Brie sees the closet fall before Thomas pulls her away by her wrist, making pain shoot up. 'Watch out, watch out!' Minho yells. It's a little late for that. Luckily for them, the closet keeps the doors closed to that those things can't escape. 

Just as she thinks she's somewhat save a yell is heard from behind them again. She wants to make some stupid remark, but then decides to save some energy. There's about three of the things, but Brie knows that there all over the building, making her friends in danger too. The creatures screech, pulling the trio into action. They yell as they push each other forward. Brie runs the fastest she'd ever ran in her life, making her pant as sweat is already tickling down her neck. 

'Let's get the hell out of here!' Thomas exclaims. This time Brie really can't help it. Whenever she's mad or anxious, she always feels the need to be sarcastic. It's a bad coping makenism of hers. 'No, I think I'll rather stay down here with them. They seem pretty friendly! Shit, cardio, too?' 

The last thing she yells when she sees some giant stairs. It's the once that automatically move. 'Everything with power works, apart from this?' She yells before running even faster. The thing almost got her. She makes her way up the stairs, ignoring the pants that she lets out. Minutes pass and all she does is run, run and run. Her stomachs turning as her lungs burn, but she doesn't want to die here, so she keeps on going. 

They turn a corner and it's undecidable how relieved Brie feels when she sees her friends and sister. Thomas lets out a scream before she can. All her friends look around alarmed, before noticing them. 'Run!' They all stand there like a cat got there tongue, starring at them in confusion. If someone says run, you run right? 

It's only when they see the creatures running behind them that they start moving. They curse loudly as they move. Running with a hole group seemed to slow them down quite a bit. She could now almost hear them screaming in her ear. 'Go faster!' She yells. The group makes their way through the abandonment mall. She doesn't even know where their going, but follows them anyways.