We are whats left

Chapter 1

Leann

It was quiet. This confused Leann because it was never quiet. There was always the sound of groaning, and shuffling outside. But it was never quiet. 

"Leann?" A little boy who's head was cradled in her lap whispered. "Where are the Crawlers?" He asked quietly. His voice barely above a whisper. She could feel that he was scared but she refused to look down at his blind eyes. 

"I don't know Kevin. They probably moved on." She said hearing the slight hint of doubt in her voice. "Go to sleep." She encouraged, running her hand through his thick, black hair. She looked down at the boy she had adopted at the beginning of all of ... This. 

Leann watched as the boy closed his, eyes, and finally watched as he relaxed. He was a scrawny kid no older the seven. His skin naturally olive toned with an olive completion making her own peach toned skin look even paler. She never stopped running her hands through his black hair. It had a slight wave to it framing his face almost perfectly. She wished she had a brush with her so that she could clean him up but she didn't grab more then what was necessary. And, a hairbrush is the last thing on your list-of-how-to-survive-the-zombie-apocalypse-kit. Still, it would of been nice to see the kid cleaned up for once. 

There was the sound of shuffling coming from outside which made her tense up though she didn't stop running her hand through the boy's hair. She didn't want to alert Kevin of something neither of them could help. The shuffling grew closer, and closer until it was right outside the locked door. "Kevin wake up!" She hissed shaking his shoulder with her free hand. 

Kevin sat up quickly sensing the urgency in her voice and accepted the hand offered to him when she stood up. "Are we going to the closet?" He asked trying to keep the fear out of his voice. She sighed Y-E-S into his palm before placing his hand on the small of her back and lead him down the hall to a small closet just big enough to hold the both of them. She had just gotten them both into the closet when she heard the click of the lock on the front door. 

Her eyes widened when she realized that whoever was in their hideout was not dead. This thought scared her even more. What if they were hostile. Or what if they were one of those whack jobs that kept the crawlers as pets? Or worst of all. What if they were slave traders that sold survivors to the government so that they could 'find their cure.' 

They could hear the sound of someone's boots hitting the ground along with the sound of a door clicking shut. Who ever was out there apparently decided to stay for a bit. 

By now Leann was sweating she was so nervous. They hadn't been careful and had left all of their belonging scattered around the main room. 'What if the intruder takes what's left of our food supply?' She thought as a small frown spread across her lips. 

Kevin opened his mouth as if he were about to speak when the person began to move through the house again this time the slamming of the boots was coming closer. She saw a flicker of light. A flashlight? She didn't know and at the moment she didn't care much either. In fact she wished that the light would just go away and take its owner with it. 

Covering Kevin's mouth to keep him quiet she stopped her breathing long enough to discover that the person had stopped outside the closet door and had begun turning the handle slowly. Almost as if it thought we didn't know that it was there. 

She shielded Kevin as much as she could and looked away from the door as it swung open. She couldn't see past the bright light being shone on her face. All she could make out was the hand reaching out to her.