Unburied. A fan version of Charlie Higson, the Enemy

Chapter 3

"Hey! Take the left flank!" screamed Bryan "I'll deal with the bitches up here!"

Bryan started to sprint as fast as he can.

'why? why does it have to be here? Out of all the damn places!' thought Bryan as he wheezes.

Bryan was a fast runner when he was in elementary school, but ever since middle school his asthma has gotten worse.

Bryan tried to sprint up the nearby hill holding his spear on the right hand while holding his inhaler in the left.

A figure stood by him, trying to run equally as fast as the slow Bryan.

"I'll come with you too, Bryan."

'It was Eden.. oh Eden. Such an appealing name.'

Bryan chuckles letting out a grateful smirk. "Aha, Okay Eden! If only you can keep up with me!" Bryan then started letting out a battle cry as he sprints up the hill knocking the sickos off of the steep hill.

(LEFT FLANK)

"Oi! Calloway I can use a bit of help here!" Screamed Jax.

Jax ran towards the west flank and ran for his life not caring where he might end up.

A few moments passed. Jax, almost immediately stopped running when he realized the sound died down...

"Eh?...How the hell did I get here?.." Jax looked around confused about what he had done but trying to make up the situation.

Jax leaned on a garbage can until he heard the unbearable...

groans..getting closer... ready to take a bite out of your soothing flesh.

"f***..." Jax whispered under his breath.

left and right.. No matter where you're looking. Everywhere is a faint distance of herds of grownups.

"Ok.. so If I were Einstein..how would I do this?" Jax thought very hard but his temper burst when something touched his back.

"NOOO!!!" Jax wanted to think it was Calloway...but Calloway wouldn't tear his shoulder right? Calloway... My dear friend. Saved me from the unforgivable darkness that surrounded every inch of my flimsy body.

(MARCH 8, 2013 JAX'S P.O.V)

"Hey Jax o' boy!" chuckled a 11 year old Calloway Greene.

"Oh.. hey Calloway." I said holding a Shakespeare book wearing my school uniform and fake glasses.

Calloway gave a sigh of disapproval. "I told you bud..Call me Cal!" laughed Calloway.

"Yes, yes Cal..oway.." I laughed.

"Hey dwimsby! Gonna puke on the floor again?" laughed a much more masculine boy who looked older than his age.

"Let's go Jax." said Calloway. I thought I heard him say something under his breath to the boy but I couldn't make it out.

The boy grunted and grabbed me by the shoulder and punched me, sending my fake eye glasses flying.

Calloway, with no hesitant, punched the boy back and won.

"You ok Jax?" said Calloway panting.

"Y-yeah.." I said in shock. "Thanks."

"Anytime boy!" Calloway gave a huge smile which made him look psychotic with the blood dripping down his forehead. Which made me smile.