Immunity

5

The cold thing presses into the tender skin around the wound in my head. I wince, but I keep tight lipped.

The guy presses it harder into my skull. "I said, you've got some explaining to do!". The cold thing clicks and moves slightley. Its a gun.

The thing being held to my head is a loaded gun.

I panic. "I-I I dont know! Infected got into the sanctuary! Everyones dead!!!" I scream. "Everybodies dead!"

"What about you then, huh?" The guy moves his face right next to my ear, and his hot and mouldy breath beats against my neck, "How did you survive?"

I cant tell them I've been bitten. They'll kill me for sure, I knew that. "I hid in a house. I locked myself in the bathroom and pushed stuff infront of the doors." I manage.

There's a pause. Its so silent and scary. The fact I cant see makes me think I've been shot. Maybe I'm dead. Maybe it was so quick I didnt even notice.

A high little voice, breaks through the quiet. "What a freaking load of crap, just shoot her Hugo. Get it over and done with." Its a little girl saying those words that could get me killed.

Another high voice chimes in. "Yeah! Shoot her!"

"Shut up," Says someone else.

Another girl groans and a something growls. Infected?

Another pause. The guy holding the gun to my head is torn on what to do obviously.

"Search her bag,"He orders. I hear the bag get dragged away, the cans of food inside clink together. The guys removes the gun and I sigh in relief.

There's rummaging, zips being opened roughly. They are literally turning the bag inside out.

"Spahgetti!" The two high voices chime together. I remember thats one of the cans of food I had in my bag, along with canned beetroot. Ew.

More digging and searching. "Not much, just a knife, some food and a medicine kit." The girl that groaned eventually comes up with.

The gun guy huffs and just under the shirt hanging over my face, I see him fumble for something on his belt and reluctantly pull out a knife. Oh no.

I scream and begin to kick wildly again. I'm not gonna die easily.

Instead of aiming where I think he would, he reaches up towards my feet. There's a quick slicing noise before I plummet face first to the floor, taking a load of skin off my face and probably break my nose.

I groan and roll over, pulling my shirt from my face. I'm confronted by a gun pointed at my forehead. A kid, holds that gun to my face. His long snady hair falls over his face as he growls at me: "Do anything stupid and your dead, got it?"

My mouth is gaping and I probably look like an idiot, but I manage to nodd. I stay propped up on my elbows on the ground, afraid to get up.

I look around at my captors. All of them are just kids, just little kids. I'm dumbfounded. How did they survive?

I look back over to the kid that was holding the gun so hard against my head. His hair is thick and wild, just like the outside world now. He's bent over his gun and he's... loading it? It wasnt even loaded. I feel like an idiot, but how was I supposed to know? I would say this boy would be a little bit younger than me. Maybe eleven or twelve. You would be pushing it for thirteen.

He was cute, in a little boy way. He didnt seem threatening, (apart from the gun in his hand) He just seemed like the kid that always made messes and all the old ladies loved.

My eyes make their way to my bag, sitting on the shoulders of a girl, maybe nine or ten, with chestnut hair, than was so long it almost hid the bag from me. She turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me, and looks up and down, as if I'm trash. She sighs and turns her head back around. Nice.

Another little girl, maybe eight, sits on ground on one of the beds I caught sight of before I was turned upside down. She simply fiddles with a twig. She doesnt have much gear on her, unlike the others, who had my backpack, knives, guns and I think even a sword. It made me wonder why. Was she sick? Did they not care about whether she died or not? The only thing she had was a tiny kitchen knife on her belt, and I knew that wasnt going to kill infected.

A boy sits against a wall with a black dog in his lap, which pants and licks his face like the boy is its god. A smile is on his face, but he doesnt giggle or laugh at the playful dog. His black hair is almost the exact same as the dogs coat. He's almost mysterious looking. Something told me that there was more to his background, to his history.

The last two people were twins. A little boy and girl, with the same ginger hair, freckles and green eyes, about five or six. I makes me sad to think about all the things they have seen, and shouldnt have. But then a little voice in the back of my head says 'They would have only been babies when the disease hit, its all they've known." And I know the voice is right. They wouldnt remember the decently pleasent world before all of this.

None of this tells me what the kids were doing here. None of this tells me why.

Why are they here? How did they survive? Who are they? Where did they come from?

And nearly most of all, Where are they going?

But the question I'm not really sure I want to know the answer too is:

What will they do if they find out I've been bitten?