"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Mac hit the dashboard in time with every word. We had drove for around two hours and were beginning to run out of fuel.
"How much futher?" I asked impatiently, Mac had the told me about a camp being set up up north for survivors and we were headed there now.
Mac stared at the flashing 'empty' light oh the dash, "I don't think we'll make it in time to be honest sis..." he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Don't say that. We'll make it."
"And if we don't?" He teared his eyes away from the light and looked straight at me.
"If we don't" I could hear my voice crack "Then you're still my baby brother and those dead can crawl back into their graves if they so much as think about turning you into one of them."
I turned towards the window and tucked my feet up onto my chair to get comfy, if we'll be riding for a while I guess I'll catch up on sleep.
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"GOD DAMN IT!" Mac shouted at the top of his lungs and woke me up. We'd stopped, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the sick and dead. I guess the tank finally ran dry.
"Fucking hell Mac! Just tell them all that we're screwed why don't ya!" I shouted at the same volume. He looked past me and at the window I was leaning against, there was a burning building, looked like a supermarket and an entire horde heading towards us. "fuck" I whispered as I saw our fate heading towards us. There's nothing we can do anymore.
Just then we heard an engine roar as it came towards us, we turned around in our seats to pear out the back window. There was a truck and someone was holding a shotgun out of the passenger window.
"FUCKING STAY DEAD BITCHES!!!" we heard the guy with the shotgun scream as he unloaded on the horde. The driver stopped a few feet away from us, got out, and ran towards the horde.
"Is he bloody mental?" questioned Mac.
"I wouldn't put it past him" I replied with a snigger. The driver pulled out a knife from his boot and was attacking the few sick that came towards him, his buddy trying hard not to hit him with a bullet. "You think we should help?"
"I don't think we can do that much Euna, just wait it out." I hate to admit it, but Mac was right. I only had the bat and he had nothing but a kitchen knife.
Soon enough all of them were dead, the driver slipped the knife into his boot and wiped the sweat from his brow. He walked up to the car and opened my door.
"Have you got any weapons?" I held up my bat "Food? Water? Anything?" he asked, I shook my head in response. "Fucking great," he ran his hand through his overgrown, messy, brown hair "Anywhere to stay?" I shook my head again. "Come with us." he sighed before turning back towards his truck to talk to the guy with the shotgun.
"Well" said Mac "He seems.. uhh.."
"So very friendly?" I joked.
"Yeah, so friendly" Mac chuckled, "We should get in the truck"
"Are you mad? They have guns and knives and we don't even know them! Why would you trust them?" I whisper-yelled
"Well, they did just save our arses Sis, and fuck up the sick's day." Again, Mac had a point. We climbed out of our car grabbing my bat in the process, at least if they're serial killers we wont come back as one.. I hope.
Cover and art by horonigaikumu
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Survive
Action"You can run, you can hide. But they'll find you no matter what." When Euna wakes up to find the world has been taken over by a terrible disease her main priority is to keep her brother, Mac safe. They run into a group of survivors who give them she...
