Barely Breathing

Chapter 43

NOTE:NOT EDITED
The photo above is the surprise people at the end ☺️

Wordcount: 665
"Oh my god, Harold?" I questioned as he stepped into the room.
He looked beaten up, blood ran down his face and dripped to the floor. Someone who was once the leader of a huge group now looked like he was at the lowest of the low.
"What happened?" I asked the man who was once the leader of Pauls and I's group.
He head hung in shame as he approached me slowly.
"Dont listen to them." He whispered out. "They are only trying to find your weaknesses, they are not here to help you." He looked up into my eyes and a small connection began to form as he suddenly broke out of it and stood up in front of me.
"Yes Megan, they have found your family." He randomly started to announce.
"You should listen to whatever they have to say, they are here to help." He made that last part clear so that I would realized that this was all a stage.
I quickly caught on and agreed to everything that Harold said.
"I didnt listen to them Megan, thats why I'm covered in blood." He announced.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man in a black tux lean against the door frame.
Suddenly, he started to clap slowly.
"Good performance Harold." He walked over to him calmly, they glanced at each other for a few moments before the man punched Harold straight across the face.
I gasped in shock as his body went limp and hit the floor with a thud. I got out of my chair and knelt down next to him to see if I could be of any help.
"He'll be okay," the man said as he stretched out the hand he just punched Harold with. "hes always okay."
*Emilys p.o.v*
I woke up in a strange room I had never seen before, I observed it thoroughly hoping to find a quick escape route if anything went wrong.
"Emily?" I heard someone whisper from behind a door.
No way in hell am I going near that door. I quietly sat in my chair and waited for someone to speak up again. But no one did.
"Hello Emily, were going to ask you a few questions. Please cooperate with us." A mans deep voice echoed throughout the tiny room.
I was so confussed, but I agreed to the mans voice.
"Good, good. How long have you been surviving this outbreak?"
I thought for a minute before I spoke out my answer, "Since I was little." I responded with.
"How little? What age?" They asked.
"Since I was about nine." I answered.
"Have you killed any survivors Emily? Not zombies but real people?"
I put my head down in shame, "Yes, but he wss going to kill my sister." I whispered out truthfully.
"Thats perfectly okay, you have to do what you need to in order to survive."
Then the door that whispered out my name suddenly creaked opened.
I became nervous, picking up the white lawn chair I moved closer to the door.
A nice looking man came out, he was well dressed in a tux and had slicked back orange hair, I was taller than him but heights just a number.
"No need for the chair miss Emily. Your safe." He proclaimed as he left and shut the door behind him.
"What?" I whispered out to myself. "What the hell was going on?"
A loud clang rung in my ears as one of the walls behind me began to open like a garage door.
The bright sunlight hit my body and face and honestly it felt so good. The freash breeze blew against my face so gently, ot felt like nature was kissing my cheeks.
"Emily?" A womans voice announced happily.
I opened my eyes to find my mother and father staring at me basking in the sun.
"Mom? Dad?"