Chapter 4:
Lea's POV:
As I jump out the window I slightly hear Ash mutter, "Show off." Little does she know that it can either be a compliment or an insult. Being we are about to be overrun by Zombies... It's a compliment.
As I wait I think about what those two probably think of me. Other than telling them how to say alive, I never talk really much about me. How I lost my family. When I lost them. Why I'm so quiet.
Why I'm so determined.
I feel that if I tell them, they won't get it. No one has, and no one will. I'm not giving my heart out to people that don't care. I don't give out trust easily aymore. I just can't. Not after everything I've been through now and what I went through a few years ago. And what I went through before this whole thing even began. It's far to painful for them already...
Especially for me.
Maybe one day I'll give up the strength and determination to tell them. But for now, I can keep to myself. That's what I've done my whole life, why change when it's kept me stable.
Not stable enough.
Shut up brain. This is whole I am. I guess some things hardly change.
"Hurry it up in there! We have to get moving you two! I came here with three people and I intend to leave with three people!" I hear a familiar noise. The combination of gnawing, groan, and squealing. When I look up all I see is zombies snatching at something.... Or perhaps someone....
What if it's....
No! It can't be! That can't die on me now! I run around back and head in the house the same way I came in. When I enter I have to shoot at least ten zombies.
When I hear a shriek I run straight for the back room we were previously in, thinking that it's them.
When I see a puppy being devoured I immediately shoot down the remaining corpse and take a look at the dog. A golden retriever puppy stained red. My heart plummets, they are gone. And also the dog... Not okay... That's something that never goes from your brain... Just gross....
"Ash? Bex? You there?" I search the best I can but they are no where in sight. I run out back to find the car gone. They left. They really left....
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I know tears will do me no good right now but all I can think of is the past few years...
The first time I went to go save a team, the survivors, some did die, drove off without me. They must've assumed me dead... But why doubt why I wouldn't come back. I promised I would come back, and I did. I never really break the promises I make. If I do it's not my choice.
Well I guess this is where I start my own, be off by myself.
With the little will I have left after today, I get up and run to the middle of the village. I know this is risky but I have to get out of here.
I bet you're wondering why it's so risky so I will explain.
The center of this village is one of the few, and one of the bigger, Zombie places. I don't know why they stay here so much and wonder but I guess it gives them a little life back. The left side of the village has a few working cars that i am determined to get to escape this one fragment of Hell on earth. The right is the old shopping store. The heart and soul of the lot is where they have "greets" of all of them, well the ones no ones kill and know their way back, meet for who knows what. Hopefully, the store's food has enough preservatives that there is edible food for me to take.
