The dead is living

The dead is walking. The living is dying. Is this really what our world has become? Screams of those that can't help themselves and growls of those who are dead.

The blood of those drips down my face , i cry but stay strong. I feel my heart begin to pound harder than ever. What do i do ? Do i run for my life or do i give up my life. I hear those alive screaming my name

" Tessa! Hurry !"

I close my eyes and start saying " you shouldn't be scared of the dead be scared of the living" then i opened my eyes and started running as fast as i can. Then i hear the dead walking behind me . Suddenly my breathing starts to get harder. My legs are getting shaky , but if i stop here i will die. I cannot die , i cannot give up like my family . Like my mother.

" THIS WAY!" I hear my group say. "STAY CLOSE !"

I hjd behind a tree , seeing the dead get shot in the corner of my eye.

"TESSA ! Lets go back to the cabin."

Roberto whispered.

Roberto and I are the only young ones on this trip or i should say we're the youngest. He's my boyfriend , and the rest of the group are kids from school i would never even talk too. We have Ava the popular cheerleader, Chris the total jock ,Bella the "emo" , my boyfriend the "nerd" , and me the "invisible girl". In out old world we all had out stereotypes but in this new horrid world we're just a group of teens trying to survive.

Roberto and I yelled for our group and we all started running back by the cabin.

"did you guys get any supplies?"

We all threw our supplies at the ground.

"No food ?" Ava said . " we're going to go without eating !?"

I looked at her abd laughed . " chill, we still go food . We need to worry about how to get to our new destination."

To be continued...