Barely Breathing

Chapter 9

NOTE: NOT EDITED
Will Megan find Emily? Leave a comment why or why not! I'll tally up the votes at the end. If I dont get any comments, then I'll decide. But I don't know if you guys will like my point of the story :p So comment fast! *p.s the man in the picture above is Mark. You'll read about him in this chapter.*

Wordcount: 888
My eyes slowly began to open again. The sun was shining brightly in my face, causing me to squint just to see where I was, or what was happening.
I turned my head slowly to the right, to see that I was inside of an actual house. It was nicely decorated, paintings hung from the wall everywhere. A huge flatscreen Tv also hung from the wall, a clean tan carpet matched the tan couch I noticed I was laying in. Seems like someone has cleaned the place up and has called it their 'new temporary home.' Its only temporary because you never know when those monsters will come out to try to make you their next meal.
'Where's Dan?' I thought to myself.
I sat up quickly, "Hello?" I called out, not thinking before I spook out. Someone or something could be in this house, other than Dan.
No one answered back.
I heard footsteps though, coming in from behind me. I tried to sit up even more to get myself off the couch, but couldn't. My back was still in so much pain. I had to just sit there and wait.
"He-hello?" A girls voice whispered out.
Shocked, I didn't respond. My heart was racing so fast. The silence started to spill out into the house.
"I have weapons!" She yelled out, trying to intiminate me.
"Look, I'm not here to harm anyone." I announced truthfully.
"I know, with me being a stranger and all, its scary. But you have to trust me. I don't even know how I got here." I paused, waiting for an answer that didn't come.
"Do you think you can help me?" I added in.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone inching their way slowly towards me. Turning my head over towards the figure, it was the little girl I saw out front of our fort.
She was pointing Dans handheld gun at me, making sure that I wouldnt make any sudden moves.
I raised my hands in surrender.
This little girl had to be only about eleven or twelve years old. She was tiny, smaller than most kids her age. Her dark brunette hair fell over her shoulders to the middle of her back, her dark hair made her green eyes sparkle even more than they would if she had bright blond hair, like mine.

"Like I said, I'm not here to hurt you." I reassured her.
"An-any weapons?" She questioned me shyly.
Looking down at my pockets, I noticed my handheld gun was missing, my axe too.
"No." I quietly answered as I looked back up at her confussed.
"Father?" She yelled up the stairs.
"Yes dear?"
"She's awake."
Footsteps began to make their way down the stairs, into the room we were in.
"Well, Hello there. You're finally up." Her father announced cheerfully.
He looked like a very suspicious character. His hair was a dark brown, almost a black color an was slicked back with gel. He wore a cashmier sweater with a white long sleeve shirt underneath. By the looks of him you could tell they were really rich and clean. If you didn't know a zombie apocolypse was happening, and the first guy you met was this middle-aged, cleaned up, preppy dude. You wouldn't even believe that zombies took over the earth.
"You and your 'little friend' have been passed out for quite a few days now." He randomly reasurred me.
"So, Dan's okay?" I questioned.
"Why, yes of course he is. He's upstairs. Still asleep." His british accent, clean face and 'charm' was all to much for me. It all annoyed the shit out of me.
There's groups of people all over the place, some cant even shower, or change their clothes. While this dude was living his life like nothing has happened! We have lost people, family, friends. But it seems like hes living in luxury.
"Do you like?" He questioned proudly.
I think he noticed me looking around the house.
"Uh, yeah its lovely." I responded. To lovely.
He then gasped, "Oh silly me, where are my manners. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Want a cup of tea?" He smiled.
Looking at his daughter, still pointing Dan's gun in my face he placed his fingers on top of the barrel and pushed it downwards.
He chuckled, "No no, none of that sweetie."
His daughter looked up at him puzzled.
"I almost forgot to indroduce ourselfs!" He blabbered on.
"My name is Mark, but you can call me Mr.Rodgers. This is Jessica." Giving me a warm smile, he continued. "We have more people, but they are all out at the moment." he explained.
As soon as he said those words, the back door opened.
"We're back Mar-" Someones voice cutoff.
I know that voice? I questioned myself.
Turning around, there she was. Standing before me.
"Holy shit." I mumbled under my breath.