Zoey's POV
The spooky atmosphere has started to feel inside this car. Francis is still driving and every time we looked through the windshield, we just see those helluva at each street that were passed by. Scattered people, ruined buildings and houses, and it's almost a ghost town. No more human race, no more everything, just those zombies, and us.
I'm not sure if we are safe or not. We're just here inside this car, driving away to safety, but no plans what are we going to do next.
After few hours of silence, finally I broke it.
"Ah... Bill," I said as Bill leaned at me and raised his eyebrows, "What now?"
He just blew the smoke, looked at the outside for a while and leaned at me, "We're going to the Lighthouse to call a rescue and after that, we're going to rest until this flu is over."—"Se-seriously? Are you going to kill our asses? Light and noise can attract them. It's a suicide, Bill." I exclaimed. "Zoey, Bill is right." Francis blunted, "Even I hate that plan; we can watch our asses, right?"
"Really Francis?" I bowled, "What if no one can save us there?"—"Zoey, calm down!" Francis yelled at me and his brows furrowed. "So? You're not afraid to die, you asshole?!" I retorted him.
"I am, bitch! Ugh. That's... annoy--"
"ENOUGH." exclaimed Bill, "Your LOVER'S QUARREL is not helpful here!"
"We're not lovers, okay?" We said in chorus, in a frustrate tune. We're quiet for a while until Francis and I steal a glance to each other. "Okay, truce." He sighed and then he focuses on the road. I nodded and reply, "Truce." Then we became quiet again. I only gazed at the window and sighed. I also smelled the smoke from Bill's cigarette which really disgust me.
"Louis, what do you think 'bout Bill's plan?" Francis asked Louis as he leaned at the mirror to watch Louis. Louis just rubbed his head and sighed, "If that plan is okay for Zoey, I'll agree with that."
Francis just shrugged and he glanced at me at the same time, then he focused the way.
"Okay." I groaned and rolled my eyes.
I trust Bill because he saves our asses for many times. But, I don't think that this plan gonna be work. I have a bad feeling about this. Strange things happened two weeks ago, they ruined our lives, they kill our love ones, and bring us to a new world: Facing This Goddamn Apocalypse.
I feel that we can't survive this apocalypse, or I am too paranoid and pessimistic, but no more choice, this is our last chance to save ourselves and continue to live away from those nightmares. Maybe, lightening that Lighthouse is going call zombies from everywhere, and it's fifty-fifty to survive.
I think, we are on the way to the real hell.
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The Last Stand (Rewritten)
Fanfiction(Short Story- Left 4 Dead Fan Fiction) Tagline: "It doesn't end well." See these four characters, Zoey, Bill, Francis, and Louis, make their way to reach to the Lighthouse, which they believed that someone will rescue them by calling attention. But...
