Barely Breathing

Chapter 44

NOTE:NOT EDITED

Wordcount: 838
*Dans p.o.v*
My eyes slowly began to open as I noticed I was tied down to a plastic lawn chair. My head was slumped downward because of all the pain I felt from the blow to the back of my head. Carefully, I moved my head from left to right scoping out the medium sized room I sat in.
"Hello?" I called out but it only seemed to echo a few times inside the room.
I sighed loudly, giving up hope when I heard a familar voice whisper my name behind me.
"Hello?"
"Hello Dan, were going to ask you a few questions. Please cooperate with us." A mans deep voice echoed throughout the room I was in.
"Yeah, yeah sure." I quickly responded as I looked around every corner trying to spot this mysterious man.
"How old were you when this outbreak happened?" He questiond me.
"Uh- I-I dont know maybe about 12? 13?"
"Interesting, have you killed survivors Dan? Not zombies but actual, living people."
He pronounced "actual living people" very steernly and clearly. My spin shivered as I realized how many survivors I had killed.
Before we met up with Megan, we were shooting living people who only needed our help. But we shot them, then left them to die.
I always felt so horrible about it, but my group did it without any emotions what so ever. So I joined in with the 'pack'.
"Dan? Are you alright."
I closed my eyes tightly trying to forget about everyone that I had brutally murdered.
"I'm fine." I managed to say before my words choked up over the tears I was about to let go.
"Take your time, no rush." The man reassured me.
"Yes." I spoke out shakey.
"Yes?" He questioned me.
"I did kill people. Lots of them." I openly admitted.
A few moments of silence went by before you heard a door slowly open. I looked to my left to see the man to who I presume must be the man I was talking to.
"Well done Dan." He congradulated me as he moved closer and started to untie the ropes.
A huge door behind me then started lifting up, behind the door was my mother, father and Paul.
Tears began to form as I stood still in my place. I couldnt move, everything seemed so unreal.
I saw my mother and father die, I also saw Paul run off with a zombie bite. This couldnt be happening unless I was dead.
My feet started walking their way over to my family. Before I stepped outside the room I turned to the man who stood there with anticipation, waiting for me to go outside.
"Where are the others." I questioned.
"Dont worry about them, your safe over here brother." Pauls voice boomed.
I began to panick, "Wheres Megan? An-and the rest of them? Where are they!" I turned and grabbed the collar of the mans tux.
"My familys dead. Where is my group." I said sternly.
*Smidgies p.o.v*
As soon as I came to, I noticed that I was in a very small confinement. The room was so tiny, there was barely any room for the door that was to the right hand side of me. I began to freak out, I banged on the walls, yelling out to people who might be able to hear me.
"HELP! HELP! LET ME OUT PLEASE!" I screamed over and over again until I heard a deep mans voice erge me to calm down.
"Hello Samantha, were going to ask you a few questions. Please cooperate with us." His voice asked me to do.
I politely sat back down in my chair and began to listen to what he had to ask.
"How old were you when this outbreak started?"
Simple enough, I thought as I answered with nine years old.
"How did you survive so long?" They questioned me.
"I owe it all to my brother and mom." I stated clearly.
"Where are they now?"
I havent registered yet that my mother was gone. Kyle had told me soon after he exited the house but it just didnt hit me yet. I tried to take it like a champ but thinking about her now started to make me bawl my eyes out.
"Oh- uh. I'm sorry." The mans voice echoed.
The small door opened and thats when I saw the man who was asking me these questions.
"Would you like to see her?" He asked.
I looked at him weirdly, I was so confussed.
The back wall started to rise open and thats where I got to see my mother again. I excitedly started to run over to her, her arms were wide open to embrace me with.
"Wait." The man said as he put his arm out in front of me.
"If you step out of this room, you'll die. Its your choice."
I looked back up at my mother, still holding out her arms to hug me.