The New Beginning

CHAPTER 6: 4 months before

UNEDITED.

CHAPTER 6: 4 months before.

TYLER:

I crouch behind the desk hoping they wont see me.

Your Okay, your fine.

I try to sooth myself in a attempt to decrease my heart rate.

I can hear the groaning getting closer, They can hear my heart.

I turn and slowly lift my head enough to see the zombies, I shudder as I notice the blue uniforms they're wearing, The badge and the gun.

They we're police.

They we're supposed to protect us, I feel a sudden anger towards them.

They're the reason I'm stuck under a police desk, They're the reason my mums dead, They're the reason Esme's dead!

The need to kill them became unbearable, If I could just find a gun...

I slowly open the drawer of the desk wincing when it squeaked.

I put my hand it the open drawer and felt around... Nothing but papers.

Dam! I dead meat. Literally

I smiled at my private joke.

I can hear them only inches away from the desk, Getting closer and closer, I get up in one swift movement and run towards the next room.

In my wild dash to escape the zombies I didn't realise the glass door and I slam face first, I fall straight to the ground, Black dots dance around my eyes, Darkness threaten to take over.

My eyes start to close, I panic trying to keep them open but unconsciousness takes over.

Bang! Bang!Bang!

What's that noise?

I start to regain consciousness but I wish I didn't, I Instantly feel pain shoot through my body. I realise the banging noise is coming from inside my head. And to think that was the worst of it I open my eyes to see three zombies on top of me starting to eat away at my flesh.

One zombie stop like it notices I'm awake it looks down at me with its bloody mouth, Its skin peeling from one side of its face, It's cheek bones nearly showing from underneath It's skin but the most horrifying part was It's eyes piercing into mine, Dark, All the colour drained and replaced with a dim Gray, Showing no emotions what so ever. It makes me wonder if there's any soul left from the person who used to occupy this body.

I struggle out of there hold, Kicking and punching, With adrenaline running through my veins I manage to stand up straight. I open the glass door and slam It shut. I slid down to the floor with my back leaning on the door.

I feel the glass vibrate as the zombies slam into the transparent door.

I take the chance to lock the door and scrabble to my feet.

I stubble to a table for support as I realise I'm hurt and the energy Is poring out of me like the blood from my arm.

I look at my arm and immediately wince at the site; Blood obscuring the large bite marks, Small pieces of skin missing. I feel the urge to vomit but swallow hard and looking away. I scan the rest of my body, My legs and other arm has only scratches, Which because of the blood look worse then it is.

My cloths torn but underneath is untouched.

I must have been unconsciousness for only a minute.

The slamming from the zombies trying to get in remind me I have only minutes left here alone.

I run, Cradling my hand, To the nearest desk.

I open the drawer...

Nothing.

I open the next....

Nothing.

I run to the next desk.

Nothing.

The next.

Nothing.

Nothing.

NOTHING!!

I bang my fist angrily in defeat. And Instantly regret it when a soaring pain shoots through my arm.

I run to the next room and find a first aid kit conveniently lying on the ground.

YES! Its not a gun but Its the next best thing.

A ear piecing shatter comes from the other room, I peek my head out and see the Zombies have smashed the glass door in to a million little shining pieces.

I keep running straight through, Room after room of desks until I find the kitchen. I stop there bent over with my hands on my knees, catching my breathe. I listen for a second and hear nothing. Absolute silence.

I walk around the kitchen and grab the large kitchen knife, Holding it up in the air. Silence...

Loud cracking noise come from the wall behind, My body freezes as they smash through the wall running full force at me, I turn and stab the knife into where I think his heart is supposed to be.

Its groans grow even loader and while its distracted I stab it again and It falls to the floor moaning even louder.

The second one runs at me like I offended it by killing a fellow zombie.

A gun would be really useful right now.

I hold out my knife and the zombie runs straight into it.

My eyes open wide with shock as I let go of the knife which is fastened In his chest. The zombie actually looks like its in as much shock as me, When It slowly looks down at the knife stuck in his chest.

I take the chance to run out of the kitchen, The next room leads out side.

I run outside the light blinding me. I sprint all the way down the road till I find a safe looking store.

I kick the door open and to my surprise It was empty, Completely empty!

The joy leaves as fast as it comes as I look at my bloody, wounded arm.

I sit down and bite off the lid of the water bottle, Poring it over my wounded arm. The cool water sooths and stings at the same time, I open the first aid kit and poor antiseptic over it. The sudden pain nearly knocks me off my feet, My fist ball up as a reflex. I take the bandage, Rap it around my arm and safety pin it together.

I drop to the floor resting my head against the cool concrete wall.

Panting and energy less, The thought dawns on me.

I was attacked by zombies.

They drew blood.

Blood carries the disease.

I'm infected.

The thought takes the little energy I have left and I drift into what I hope is not my last sleep.

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Hey guys, okay so I hope u like this chapter! its a little more zombie filled, a little more action!

So whats with Tyler do thing he's really infected? AHH nearly 400 reads that's awesome!! thanx guys!!