Dark Flames

Part 3: Survival

The group wanders cautiously but swiftly through the abandon theatre. One good thing about abandoned buildings is that there was no people inside to turn into walking corpses. Still the group stayed on guard. Never let your guard down. That's what the group has learned. What's left of the group continues on through this maze of cracked walls and dark rooms full of nothing but emptiness. Each person thinking of their own endeavours. Their own hardships. And if they will live through the hour.

Oscar. He thinks about what will happen next. He doesnt fear death. But he fears the death of others. He always thinks about how things can go wrong and what he can do to prevent them. Because at this moment he cares not for himself. But for others. He cares about Bea. Alex. David. And Samantha. He also cared for Dillon and Anna but he tries his best not to think about their deaths.

Samantha. She can't stop thinking about how she lost her boyfriend to the rotters. How she saw him get ripped apart by a thousand chomping corpses. She thinks about what he looks like now but quickly tries to think about something different. As her mind drifts to ways she could have prevented his fate. If only she had held his hand tighter. And pulled him along. If only she had killed that first walker before it bit his leg. If only it had been her and not him. A few tears role down her eye as she wipes them off knowing no one can see them in the dark light. She doesnt know these people around her. She met them after the world went to hell. They found her a little while after the death of her boyfriend. She never told them. Everyone lost someone in the apocolypse. Why did it matter if she lost someone. She told herself that. That no one would care because they are all too busy mourning their dead. 

David. He lost everyone in one day. He watched all his family get eaten in the same room. He watched his friends get picked off one by one on the street. He had no one. So he ran as fast as he could to Dillon's house. David wasn't popular at school. Almost no one liked him. But Dillon didn't seem to mind his company. Dillon helped David stay alive as he went and found his other friends. Bea and Alex. Oscar. Anna. Though they had just met Samantha, David decided he would die to save her. Mostly because he thought that if he survived she would like him. But also because there was something about her. Something that told him she needs to live. It is probably just his wanting to date her but he could swear it was something else.

Alex. The leader. He is planning what to do once they get out of this theatre. But in the back of his mind he is trying to anylize what happened back there. Where he went wrong. He blames himself for the loss of two friends. He can see the sadness in Bea's eyes. See how she misses him. He pulls her close to him to comfort her as she leans on him a bit as the keep walking following the group. 

Bea. She just lost her best friend. She lost her best friend to the undead. She feels sadness in her but hates it. She doesn't want to be sad. She thought about the fun times her and Dillon had. The picnics out in the school field. The mornings just hanging out. The time summer break ended and she ran up and hugged him. She smiled as she remembered how Dillon was always a third wheel. How he was fine with it. Then she remembered how awkward Dillon made everything. How annoying he was. How stupid. How boring he was. How bad he was at everything. She realized she didn't really like him. Her sadness seemed to fade as she thought about it. She started wondering if she was cold hearted. But dismissed that idea. She didn't really care about Dillon. So why should she be sad? She told herself this as her sadness disappeared. She wasn't sad anymore. She laughed at the thought of her getting sad over Dillon. She pulls out of Alex's arms so she can walk normally now that she isn't mourning her best friends death. 

"Are you okay?" Alex asks hesitantly. 

"Yes. Never better." She replies meaning what she says. 

"Are you sure?" Alex asks again.

"Yes I'm sure. Dillon died. I don't give a fuck." With that she turns and walks ahead of the group as the group exchanges glances before hurrying after her. Before anyone can say anything they finally reach an exit door in what seemed like an endless haul through an abandoned building. Alex goes first slowly opening the door and scanning the area with his eyes.