Barely Breathing

Chapter 8

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"Help! Help!" Someones voice echoed throughout my head.
"Please, someone? Anyone? Were in danger!"
I sat up from the bed and looked out one of the small windows behind me.
A little girl stood at the base of our treehouse. A hoard of zombies not to far away from her. She was trying to escape by climbing up a tree, but she failed.
We need to help her!
I thought to myself.
My legs didn't have the time to second guess, they moved quickly. Leading me over to the sheet, I walked as fast as I could to the front door.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Andrew asked. He was standing right behind me.
Putting his hand on my shoulder I flinched. I dont have time for this, I needed to save the little girl down below.
"Didn't you hear the screaming? There's a little girl down there!?" I angrily announced.
Andrew looked confussed.
"What are you talking about? I think you're going insane." he chuckled.
"No I'm being serious! The zombies might get to her!" I pulled his grip away from my shoulders and continued walking my way to the door.
"Hold up, I'll go check it out. Stay here." you can tell that he was annoyed with me.
He grabbed his weapons and hurridly walked down the ladder to help.
I waited patiently, ten minutes flew by, then fifteen, and then another thirty when finally Andrew came back all bloody.
I looked up at him shocked and worried, I wanted to ask if everything was okay. But decided against it when he gave me an angry look.
"No one was down there." he gave me a serious look, probably thinking that I was crazy.
It was so real though?
The girls voice, her image. I saw her standing by the tree! She was brunette, she was wearing a white tank top and blue jeans! I know I saw her. I wasn't going crazy, was I?
"Woah what happened here?" A familiar voice asked behind me.
I turned around to be face to face with Dan. I gave him a huge smile and embraced him into my arms.
"She almost killed me." Andrew lied.
I gave him an odd look before looking back at Dan. He also looked completely confussed.
"What do you mean?" he questioned Andrew.
"I mean, she almost killed me. The walkers are all below us. She told me someone called out for help." Andrew said as he took off his bloody shirt. "I'll be back." he groaned as he went to go wash his clothes inside a little bucket of water and some spare soap they found.
"I swear I heard some-" I started to say but Dan butted in.
"Shhh." he whispered while he put his finger up to my lips. "I heard the little girl too."
I looked up at him in shock.
"So that means I'm not crazy." I smiled.
He smiled back down at me. "Of course your not crazy. We would only be crazy if we went searching for her." He hinted on and winked at me.
Dan then walked over to a medium sized box, taking out my axe, his crossbow and two handheld guns just in case.
Walking back over to me, he handed me the weapons and walked over to the door.
I didn't even think twice about the situation. Before I knew it, I was already running from the zombies along with Dan.
"Keep up Megan!" Dan laughed like all of this was a joke.
I had no idea where we were going, but I liked this. My adrenaline was pumping, my veins were pounding with excitment, my legs wouldn't stop running. Even though a dozen or so of those disgusting carnivores were behind us. I felt safe, I felt young again, I felt free.
"Megan! Behind you!" Dan called out nervously, interupting my thought process.
Turning around to see what was wrong, I tripped over a tree root. Landing on my back, I caught whiplash. I couldn't breath. My back was in pain. My eyes began to slowly close shut.
"Megan?!" I heard faintly in the distance.
The monster that was behind me soon caught up with me, the pain got worse and worse with every movement.
Last thing that I remember was Dan coming back to help.