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𝖁𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖙𝖞

Veiled Threat of Safety

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𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣:
ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤
𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕆𝕦𝕥

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TW: Mentions Alcohol (no alcohol use). Use of guns. No summary at the end as its briefly mentioned and not extreme. <3

A/N: Sorry for not posting in a couple days! I'll work on getting a bunch of chapters done right now to make up for it!! <3
-Kayla xoxo

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POW

I woke up to the echoing sound of a shotgun, jolting awake. I found myself upside down, staring at the roof of the car. Holy shit. I reached for my seatbelt, unclicking it, and falling onto my head. I groaned in agony, everything hurt.

I punched through the already cracked glass of the window next to me and crawled out the car-wreck. I looked up, to see the three boys stood Infront of me, looking somewhat disoriented. Thomas was first to look away, turning his attention to Frypan.

"Nice shot, Fry," Thomas muttered. Fry looked at something on the floor, lowering a gun I only now noticed he was holding. My head is spinning. "Thanks.." Frypan breathed. I stood up to see what he was looking at, I saw a crank- dead. He had a hole in his shirt oozing a thick black I imagine used to be his blood. Frypan must have shot him- hence the gunshot I heard.

I was just starting to gather my bearing when an unearthly screech was heard, and a swarm of cranks came staggering over various bits of debris in the not so far distance. "Okay we gotta go." Well thanks for that, captain obvious. But Thomas was right, we really do need to go.

"Go, go!" Frypan lingered behind, attempting to take out more cranks with his shotgun, each gunshot pinged through the air loudly, an uncomfortable sensation filling the air. There were way too many cranks for fry to take out. He doesn't have enough bullets, surely he realises that.

He needs to focus on escaping from them with us, not staying there to try and protect us. I can see why him and Gally were so close now. "Fry, come on, let's go!" Thomas beckoned, "We gotta get outta' here, c'mon, Fry!"

"Go, go go!" I don't know why they were wasting there breath with yelling that, we were all running now. My vision was a hazy blur as I ran, everything a water-colour mixture of vision. "Woah! Woah! Woah!"

We all stopped abruptly kin our tracks, staring ahead. There were cranks ahead of us too. We're surrounded. "Watch out." Fry staggered back slightly. "Fry you got em'?" Thomas asked, "Yeah!" He used his shotgun to take out about 5 of the closest cranks, until Thomas told him to turn the other way.

Fry turned, and began to shoot the cranks behind us as they were getting closer. I tried reloading his gun, to no avail. "I'm out!" He warned. Shit. "Oh my god, were gonna die!" I think I was the first to panic, and I also think I panicked a bit too soon.

Tom and Newt looked at me, snarling at me almost, before turning there attention back to the issue that we were surrounded by flesh eating maniacs who could infect us at any given moment. "Uhhh shit." Even Thomas didn't know what to do.