The Infection from hell

Ch.6

Fredrick it starting to breathe heavy."we're dead,we're so dead."Fredrick shakily whispers.I command," Close the blinds." Harper quickly shuts the blinds. I walk towards the the back bedroom. I motion the group to follow me. They quickly but quietly crawl on the old chipped wooden floor to the back bedroom. I close the curtains in the back bedroom that I stayed in when we went on vacation here . I can remember when my dad would wake me up at dawn to go fishing. We would get in this little wooden row boat and sit in the middle of the lake. We wouldn't catch anything. I would get irritated and would pout. Then he gave me a long speech about it isn't about catching fish but its about spending time with each other. I never took his speech seriously. I wish I would have. I quit daydreaming and notice that Fredrick is climbing out the window. I run and whisper while gritting my teeth," what are you doing?" " I'm getting the hell out of this death trap,' whispers Fredrick. He runs out of the window. He looks right and his eyes widen. He screams and runs down a trail into the dense woods. I quietly shut the window. Harper whispers,"what the hell was that?" I shoosh her and look out the window. The hoard is now following Fredrick. 5 minutes later I can no longer hear or see the hoard, but I suddenly hear a scream. I hear Harper gasp. Nick hugs me gently and buries his head into my side. Titus lays down and makes a pouting sound. I whisper sadly,"we need to go." Harper nods and collects our stuff along with me.