Barely Breathing

Chapter 10

NOTE: NOT EDITED
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Wordcount: 933
I was in shock, but also so pissed off.
"Where's my sister!" I angrily asked, my hands were now balled up in fists.
"What are you talking about." She nervously asked back.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about, Mrs. Willow."
Mrs. Willow was the woman my mother and father left our baby sister with while they went on vacation seven years ago.
I helped myself off of the couch and limped my way over in pain towards her.
"You better start talking." I mumbled, pointing my finger in her face.
She just laughed, which made me even more furious with her. I grabbed at her shirt and pulled her face closer to mine. Her attitude changed real quickly after that.
"I might look, and seem fragile. But deep inside I'm a fighter. I have been looking for Emily for seven years." I empasized the seven and years part, so that it would sink into her head that I have been fighting through thick and thin to find Em.
"Ladys, Ladys. No need to get all grabby with each other." Mark smiled as he tried to tear me off of Mrs.Willow.
I rolled my eyes at her, got more into her face and made myself clear.
"If I don't find Em, I'll personally kill you myself." I whispered in her ear so no one else would hear.
With that being said I let go of her shirt, hoping she got the big picture that I'm not fucking around.
I heard an awkward chuckled, then a cough,
"Well, uhm, would you like tea still hunny?" Mark asked me awkwardly, trying to switch the convosation.
Ignoring him, I tried to make my way over to the couch, when a sharp pain hit my hip and up my back to the back of my neck.
Falling to the ground, I passed out once again.

*Dans P. O.V*
"Megan behind you!" I nervously called out to her, hoping she heard me.
I noticed her turn around, her face went blank. I noticed her face turn a dull white color. Then she tripped over something, I couldn't make out what she tripped over but she looked like she was in a lot of pain.
I needed to step in and help.
"Megan!" I yelled out to her, but she seemed to be unresponsive.
"Shit." I mumbled under my breath.
My legs were killing me already due to all of the running. My plan of coming out here was a bad idea. I didn't think this many zombies were waiting for us. I just wanted to have some fun for once. The boys never do anything but hide up in that treefort, or when we need supplies harrass other survivors.
Finally reaching Megan, I acted quickly. I grabbed the walker that was behind her by his hair and stabbed it in the left eye. Blood and gore shot out of its head as it tumbled to the ground. Taking my knife with him.
I didn't have time for the knife, I'll get more later down the road. My mind was set on helping Megan to safety.
I snatched up her uncounciois body and ran as fast as I could. Good thing she didn't weigh much. She was as light as a feather!
I started to approach an old abandoned farm. I couldn't outrun these creatures. They never get tired, but I do. I needed to find someplace warm and safe for us.
"Pst! Over here!" I heard someone call out from the barn over to the left side of the farm.
I didn't care who it was, Megan needed help. They could kill me for all I cared, I just needed to find someone to help Megan.
I ran into the barn and locked the doors behind me. Keeping quiet I waited until most of the zombies passed by. Most of them didn't notice I hid inside of the barn. Only a few noticed that I was in there. I placed Megan on some soft hay, making sure she was safe and comfortable before I looked around for the voice that called out to us.
"Hello?" I whispered.
Nothing.
"Anyone here?" I tried to make a follow up gester.
Still, no one responded.
Confussed, I started to make my way around the barn. Hoping to find someone, or something. Walking over to a closet door, I heard something inside russling around with some papers.
Quietly, I opened the door, little by little until I noticed that about three zombies were inside. I never really got a chance to look at these creatures. I knew they were hidious, but my eyes were spotting every detail on each one.
One male two females, the male was wearing a blood stained white t shirt with blue jeans. Well, they were blue jeans. Now they look like an uneven pair of shorts. One of the females were practably naked. She was wearing a blouse that covered nothing and a very short vibrant skirt that showed off her dead, pale looking legs. She had tons of marks on both of her legs from trying to fight off some monsters and a bite mark on the side of her stomach.
I wanted to get a closer look, as I inched closer and closer into the closet, I started to pull out my knife. As I was about to approach the walker, I felt a huge pain suddenly hit my head.
After that, I couldn't remember a thing.