Chapter 4
Where did Gian go?
He was here just a second ago. Must have gone back to Italy to get my shoes, thats so nice of him.
Gianlu is always nice, he is the nicest man in the villiage of nice, that rihmes with mice.
“Hihihihih!” OWWWW. giggling hurts my head.
Where is Pieruu? Pieruu always knew what to do in case of a headache.
What was it again?
Oh right, fresh air, he always told me to go out and get some fresh air.
How to get out? How to reach the freshness of air?
Who said only Gian knows poetry, I am composing my own and its marvelous.
Ahhhh thinking hurts. I better get that fresh air.
Oh look an emergency exit.
Hmmm, I have no idea what that first word means, something about a hospital maybe?
English is hard.
But at least my accent isn't as bad as Piero's.
Hihihi-owwww. Giggling still hurts.
The emergency exit, Right. Exit means out, out means air! Air means...s-something.
Why was I going out again?
Doesn't matter. I'll get out and go back to Italy!
Maybe I'll meet Gian on the way.
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„Where is everyone?” Piero looked around in confusion. It was Friday morning, the road should be full of traffic and streets full of busy Chicago people, heading for work or doing other business.
We climbed off our over turned van, Piero helped me get out of the emergency exit, and examined the damage from the crash. The bumper was bloody, and there were chunks of rotten flesh, just like the front window.
„What the hell did we hit?” Piero exclaimed.
„I have no idea. Maybe that hobo with rabbies?
„Gianluca, that was no hobo, it looked like a walking... no, not walking more like crawling corpuse.”
„A zombie then?”
„A zombie? Thats ridiculous there is no such thing.” Piero laughed a little.
Piero was laughing. Thats good, well not good becouse it sounded like ‘What the hell are you talking about’ kinda laugh, with just a bit of despair in his tone.
Trying to change the subject I took out my phone and held it up.
„Still no signal thats strange.” I put it back in my pocket „Check yours, maybe mine got damaged in the crash.”
He had his phone already in his hand when strange sound caught us off guard. It was coming from everywere.
„ UUUUUGH” The sound got closer „OOOOAAARRGGHH!!!” and it sounded aggresive too.
„Gian did you hear that?” Piero asked.
„Aha.” Was all that I could say.
„We should get out of here.” He said.
„Lead the way Piero.”
„How am I supossed to know where to go! We never hang around when we have a concert here!” He shouted.
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Il Volo Fanfiction: Zombie Apocalypse
FanfictionA plague has taken over Chicago and three teenagers have to fight for their lives.
