Barely Breathing

Chapter 50

NOTE:NOT EDITED

Wordcount: 788
Zombies growled and snarled throughout the room. I backed up slowly, making sure none of them noticed me. I checked every single zombie, making sure Megan wasnt one. I saw a girl with blonde hair just like hers though which worried me. Her back was turned to me, until the stairs creeked and they all turned to face me. They all groaned and darted towards the stairs.
"Run everyone run!" I yelled down the stairs. I heard gasps and whispers, when I reached the bottom of the stairs I darted to a corner under the stairs. I held my breath, hoping they wouldnt find me.
I peeked around the corner after a few minutes and didnt see a single zombie, but I heard them.
I stepped out of my hiding spot to find Emily behind a bunch of boxes.
I sneaked my way over to her and asked if she had seen any zombies come down the stairs.
She nodded her head no.
"You hear them though, right?" 
"Yeah?" She questioned herself.
I grew up the courage to go back to the stairs. Walking my way through the basement to look up the stairs was the scariest feeling.
I peeked behind the wall to find the zombies chained up to a pole in the upstairs room.
"Its okay everyone." I said relieved.
"Their all chained up." I pronounced happily.
Everyone gathered around the stairs to see what I was talking about.
"Where the fuck are we?" Emily asked.
Everyone looked around the small group of people and most of us just shook our shoulders up and down, indicating that everyone was confussed.
"Wanna head inside?" I asked the group.
"Inside what? The room!" Emilys face went pale white. You can tell she was nervous by the way she acted afterwards.
I looked back at the door and started to slid my way through where the zombies couldnt get to me.
One by one the group followed close behind me.
Hands that belonged to the zombies got really close to touching every one of us. But we all made it into the nest toom safely.
"Megan?" Emily whispered.
I looked over and in the corner of the dark room sat a beat up Megan tied down to the chair.
"Holy shit are you okay?" Mason asked concerned as he kneeled down next to her.
She was barely awake. Her eyes were red from crying, her body looked so fragile and bruised up, the way she slumped over in her seat looked like she was hurting and needed help.
She looked up at us without saying a single word. Her face seemed to light up for only a moment before it dulled back down to normal.
"Its not safe here." She whispered.
"We know, lets get you out of that chair." I knelt down beside the chair and started untying her hands.
Mason helped out by untying her legs from the chair.
When her restraints dissappeared, I tried to help her up to her feet. She was struggling to stand on her own two feet.
"What did they do to you Megan?" Emily questioned her as Mason and held on to each side of her.
"Lets ask questions later. We need to find a way out."
*MEGANS P.O.V
I woke up in a strange room. Looking around I noticed my group all sitting in a circle around me. Sleeping.
"Pst, hello?" I whispered out to them.
"Dan? Isabella?" I called out to the two closest people sitting in front of me.
They didnt even budge.
"Hello Megan." A mans voice boomed around the room.
I didnt respond, but instead I looked around the room to find our kidnapper.
"Megan, do you know who I am?" The voice spoke out again.
I honestly did not know who was speaking to me until the person who was talking to me came out of hiding.
His familiar bright blue eyes stood out as his dark hair flowed perfectly on top of his head. I couldnt forget that face. The face thag left me as a child. Those bright eyes that showed guilt when he left. I would never forget that day.
My eyes widened as I felt myself get angry at the person who stood before me.
"Go away." I snarled at the man.
He laughed before he walked over to Emily.
"My poor little girls. Defending each other all by yourselfs."
I kept quiet as he started to play with Emilys hair. Slowly he looked over towards me,
"Megan, Megan, Megan." He smiled. "Did you know, we left you kids on purpose?"
My anger became to overwhelm my thinking process and without thinking I responded,
"Fuck you dad."