Barely Breathing

Chapter 23

NOTE:NOT EDITED

Wordcount: 763
I squinted harder, to try to get a better view of the interior of the house. Whoever it was, it wasnt a zombie. They were picking things up and putting them inside of a bag.
I walked over to the door and opened it quietly. Looking over at the girls I lifted my finger to my lips. They nodded, understanding that they needed to be quiet. I snuck my way inside, getting a closer look at who it was.
My eyes peered over the couch to see the little girl named Jessica! The little girl I saw at the treehouse, her father Mark, the zombies that busted their way into her home! She made it through that?
I stood up quietly and aimed my gun at the back of her head.
"Drop the bag and any weapons you have on you." She froze in her position for a while. She seemed shocked and scared, but she listened. Carefully, she bent over and put the bag down.
"Weapons too." I spoke out.
"I dont have any."
"Thats bullshit, you still have Dan and I's gun from when we were at your house."
You could see her body tense up, she turned around to get a good look at who I was.
"You made it?" She questioned rudely.
"Yeah, I made it. Now put the gun or guns down." I sternly demanded.
The look on her face began to look sad as she took out two knives and a gun and placed it on the table in front of her.
"Where's the other gun?"
"Daddy had it last." She spoke out quietly.
I nodded my head as I pointed my gun away from her and at the floor.
Emily and Samantha walked in and stood next to me with their weapons out too.
"So how'd you make i-" I went to go question her. I heard a gunshot fire and a sharp pain in my shoulder. Everything became still and quiet, it was going by in slow motion. The pain I felt was slowly injecting itself into my shoulder. I fell down to the floor and whinced out in pain as I landed on my shoulder.
"Fuuuuck this hurts!" I whispered painfully.
Emily was right by my side, she ripped off a piece of her clothes to tie it around my arm, hopefully to make the bleeding stop. Her mouth was moving, she was trying to talk to me. But I couldnt hear a thing. The ringing in my ears was tuning in and out of the outside world.
Looking up, I noticed Mark was standing there with an evil grin on his face and a gun in his hand, "Welcome back." I could barely hear his words, but I pushed away the horrible ringing inside of my head to hear his welcoming me back.
All I could remember was watching his evil smirk fade as another sound of ringing hit my ears. My eyes slowly began to shut out the world after that.
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"Megan, Megan?" I could hear Emilys voice try to wake me.
I groaned and looked up at her tiredly.
"Who was that?" She questioned.
"Who?"
"The man who just shot you!"
Looking over at my right shoulder, I saw the bandages and the blood that had seeped through it.
"What happened!" I yelled out, I forgot I had even been shot.
"That man shot you back at that house, but the little girl shot him back after he 'Welcomed' you back."
I looked around the room and noticed we were back at Samanthas, laying on the couch in the living room.
I sat up quickly and looked over the couch to see Dan, Jessica, and Amerie looking like the havent got any sleep at all for the past couple days.
"Oh, honny. I'm so glad your okay." Amerie spoke out first. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm uh- okay? I still feel like crap though." I kept my language to a minimum because Amerie didnt allow or like it.
Dan had a guilty look on his face, like it was his fault? I dont understand why he would think this was his fault, then when I looked over at Jessica. She had her head down looking to the floor as a few tears ran down her cheeks.
"Hey, hey Jess. Dont cry, your okay and safe with us. If you choose to stay here." I stated.
She looked up and gave me a fake smile but you could tell that she was upset about shooting her own father.