"Born ready." I replied as I clung onto my bat with both hands.
Without a moments hesitation Bradley had driven his knife into the skull of the sick that he was taunting. Mac saw this as a sign to start attacking and he and Bradley started to lead small groups away from the horde so that they were manageable.
Thomas had resigned from firing his gun and instead decided to use its weight as an advantage, hitting it around their heads and knocking them to the ground before driving the butt of the gun into their rotting skulls.
I began to feel useless as the three of them were fending off the sick. I didn't have the strength to do anything with my bat,or the morals to kill something like that. Those things, the sick, they used to be like us. They would of had friends, families, but now they're infected and mindless. I still couldn't even begin to think I could kill one.
"What are you doing!" screamed Bradley as he cleaned his knife on his trousers, getting ready for the next round of infected heading his way.
"I..I.." I tried to talk but it was no use. He could see the disgust in my eyes, he knew I'd be nothing but a burden standing like a statue. He walked towards where I was standing next to the truck and opened the passenger door.
"Get in," he said softly and this was the first bit of compassion Bradley has shown in the short time I've known him. I didn't hesitate for a second before I jumped into the truck cab and took a deep breath in. I hadn't realised I was holding my breath.
I could feel the tears well up in my eyes, I had failed. How am I supposed to protect Mac when I freeze up in the face of danger. They think I'm weak, I am weak. And Bradley had seen it.
I'm not going to cry, I won't let him win. It was no use, I pulled my legs to my chest and curdled up on the passenger seat with my face in my hands and cried. Just cried.
It didn't take long before all of the infected had been 'delt with'. I heard the driver door open and the truck shifted at the weight of Thomas getting back into his seat. "Are you okay?" He said softy.
"I suppose I don't look it do I?" I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well.. No, not really"
"Didn't think so" I admitted. I turned my head towards him and he saw my tear stained cheeks and placed his hand tentatively on my shoulder.
"Its okay. Just think,they're dead already."
"That doesn't make it any better!" I snapped.
"I know it doesn't, but it's not like they've anything else to live for. They just want food. They want us for food." Thomas turned and started up the truck again, Bradley and Mac were holding open the gate for us to pass through.
As we passed Mac he looked at me through the window with obvious concern on his face. I'd never hear the end of this, at least my brother cares.
Well... I guess this is our new home.
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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...
