Barely Breathing

Chapter 19

NOTE:NOT EDITED

Wordcount: 688
I pointed out the hoard before another word was said. Paul's jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes popped out of his head like in one of those kid cartoons in the 90's.
"We have to go warn them." I quietly spoke out. Paul nodded his head agreeing. The three of us made our way over to the camp quietly and started going tent to tent, warning everyone about the hoard. Quickly, people began to panick, some began packing while others made sure their children were safe first. When people were done, they just left, not giving a shit about how the others would make it. I ran over to my tent, hoping that my clothes and items where still there to see a brunette sleeping where I would normally sleep. I grabbed everything I needed before I woke up the dude who was sleeping in my sleeping bag.
"You need to get up and leave, theres a hoard on the way." I whispered.
He didnt move, instead he looked me up and down before saying, "How did a lovely beautiful lady like you get into our camp?"
"This use to be my tent, but we really need to get out of here." I begged of him to move but he wouldnt budge.
Instead he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the sleeping bag with him.
"Come on, stop joking around and sleep with me." He suggested as he winked at me. I tried to get up out of his grip but his strong arms were keeping my frail tiny ones down to the ground.
He then started to lean in and started to kiss my neck, the way Dan did but rougher and sloppier. I struggled even harder to move but wasnt going anywhere anytime soon. Moving down a bit he started to kiss my chest, looking up at me he smiled and winked as he headed down for my stomach. He sloppily left a trail of saliva down to my hips.
I wanted to scream for help, but with the hoard coming I wasnt going to risk anything.
"Baby girl you dont seem to be enjoying yourself." He questioned as he hovered over me looking confussed.
"I mean look at me?" His cocky smirk and facial expressions were making it harder to not want to punch him in the face.
Not saying a word, I continued to struggle. I was begining to think that there was no hope for me to escape. I was just praying at this moment for him not to try anything on me.
While he still had my arms he pulled my plaid cardigan off and started to kiss my shoulders. Being undressed was not a good thing, I faught harder and harder without any luck.
'Shit, shit, shit' I kept repeating over and over inside my head. He was about to take off the white tank top I had under my cardigan when something hit our tent. The hoard had caught up to us.
You could hear the hissing and moaning from outside.
The boy covered my mouth and put his finger to his lips, "Shh." He whispered.
But he wasnt saying shh about the zombies, he started to unbuckle my pants with the hand that wasnt covering my mouth.
I was shocked and was now panicking more than ever. My hands tried to pry off his but failed, they then started to search for anything that would help.
Before he could remove my pants, my hands came in contact with a hammer.
I grabbed it quickly then turned to hit him across the head. Knocking him out instantly.
I buckled my pants back up and threw my cardigan back on. But I couldn't leave, not when a hoard was outside of our tent.
I waited patiently, curled up into a ball in one of the corners of the tent while a thousand of those beasts walked past us. Some knocked into the tent but didnt suspect anyone in there. I hope Dan and Paul are safe. I thought. I hope I'll be safe.