Barely Breathing

Chapter 46

NOTE:NOT EDITED
Sorry for the bad photo, I mean its not that easy to look up photos of things that happened in my story and apply it with a picture sometimes. Bur I tried my best guys 😂

Wordcount: 873
*Megans p.o.v*
"He'll be okay," the man said as he stretched out the hand he just punched Harold with. "hes always okay."
Taking one look at Harold, you could tell that the impact of the punch broke his nose. The way his nose bent, and all the blood was a dead give away.
I quickly tore a piece from the bottom of my white tank top off, the shirt that was underneath my plaid cardigan and began to wipe up some of the blood and try to fix his nose while he was unconcious so it wouldnt hurt when he was awake.
"Why help him? He told you lies." He snarled.
I didnt stop working on Harold to answer the strange man.
"Why help him when you have killed survivors before? There is no difference."
Hearing that comment from him let me know that they knew that I lied.
I looked up at the man shocked, how did he know?
"I'm helping because I am a decent human being." I snapped back as I started to fix his nose back into place.
The man chuckled as he leaned against a wall and watched me clean up the man I looked up to for years like it was a reality television show.
"You satisfied?" I stated as I stood up on my own two feet and crossed my arms.
"Follow me." He insisted.
He walked his way over to the door, paused, then turned around to face me.
"Are you coming?"
I stood my grounds, I wasnt following him anywhere.
"Not talking?" He responded. "Silence is sometimes one of the best options."
I sat back into my white plastic lawn chair and basically told him to fuck off.
"Alright, suit yourself. I'll be right back."
He closed the heavy metal door shut, you then heard the lock click over.
Groaning echoed the room as Harold began to wake up.
"Harold! Are you okay?" I asked as I sat up excitedly out of my chair and over by his side.
"Ye-yeah, thats not th-the first time." He studdered out as he regained his balance.
I brought him into my arms and I hugged him tightly. Letting him know he wasnt going to have to deal with this alone.
A loud rumbling noise grabbed our attention as we slowly let go of each other.
The door creaked open, "Guess who."
The mans voice sang as he was accompanied by two other people.
Dani and Kyle.
*Emilys p.o.v*
My mother and father, were standing right in front of me! They looked so young and healthy. No wrinkles, or bloody clothing, or the looks of stress strained upon their faces.
Something didnt seem right about this.
"Mom? Dad? Where are you?" I asked.
"Heaven." They spoke out instantly together. "Come join us." My mother extended her arm forward, trying to grab my hand.
The man in the tux came over and put a hand on my shoulder.
"You get to choose. Life or death. You can continue living in a world of zombies, or be with your parents in heaven. Choose wisely." He spoke out clearly.
Every word seemed to repeat itself inside of my head.
Life or death? If I pick death, it would be the easy way out. I would be leaving my group, my sister, and I would be quitting on life itself. The life that has paved my path since day one, the life that has paved a path right to my sister. I couldnt leave her. I wasnt going to leave her.
I grabbed my plastic chair and pushed it back against the furthest wall away from my parents.
"I'm sorry." I said as I sat down in the chair. "I cant go with you."
My parents looked sad and broken hearted, "Why not babygirl?"
"Megan." I stated clearly as the image of my parents began to fade away.
"So, you have choosen to live?" The mans voice applauded my desicion.
"I guess so." I half smiled at him.
Telling my parents to basically fuck off was the hardest thing I ever had to do. But Megan and I needed each other. I just hope she thought the same way and choose life.
"Why would you want to stay by Megans side?" The man asked as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
I looked up at him with a serious look upon my face.
"Shes my sister, we stick it out through thick and thin." I answered truthfull.
"Well, what if I told you she picked to be with Logan?" The man smiled evily.
She couldnt have picked death. She was a fighter, she wouldnt give up. Or would she? Did I just pick the wrong answer?
"Is Megan dead?" I asked worried.
"I'm not sure." The man smiled as he walked over to the door.
"Lets go find out." His evil grin smiled from ear to ear as I followed him out hoping my sister would be okay.