A/N: Counting down... 4 more until the last chapter guys. Everything is whining down now. Erik is so close to the safe haven, which means more zombies. Hopefully the last chapters are amazing, and I hope you all like them. COMMENT AND VOTR, THANK YOU!!!! - BlackNeon
James has not shut up. It is morning, and he has been crying all night. I feel bad for him, but at the same time, I want sleep. Today seems to be dragging on, and it's only 1:20. It's cold, we lost Sasha, Beaty won't stop squawking, I have a headache, and James won't stop crying. Let's say "Christmas Break" is not all it's cracked up to be. In fact, a dead friend is NOT what I wanted. Thank you Santa!!
My thoughts have been in the clouds. We have seen zombies, but I am not paying attention when I kill them. I don't care anymore. I feel like a zombie myself, just needlessly killing. I keep thinking about Cody. He was the last friend I saw die, not even bitten, but shot by one of us, a human, just for being my friend. I think of what it would be like if he were here. He would tell me to keep pushing, and that the more life's lost, just means we have to fight harder for the ones that remain. I think and Annabell. I must, no have to, stay strong for her. I need to get her to the safe haven, and if I die trying then so be it. I am getting her there!
"Erik! Look out!" Lindsey shouts.
I duck, and Lindsey hits a zombie in the face with her arrow. I have to focus. I should make a game, is how many zombies I can kill in one group. Count Erik. One... Two... Three... Head shot after head shot, they go down. This killing stuff is getting easier. Lindsey looks like a pro as she shots the zombies, jumping off rocks and trees to get shots. James is shooting but missing. Annabell is up a tree hiding.
"Annabell!" I toss a gun to her, "Start shooting the zombies around you!"
"Okay, brofer." She shoots the zombies around the tree, and gets down.
"Lindsey, time to go!" I tell to Lindsey that has just killed two zombies with one arrow.
"Okay! Come on James." She pulls him by the arm, and we start running.
You know that feeling when you have to puke. I have that feeling. It hurts to run. My lungs are on fire. How do zombies endure this, oh wait they are die, never mind. We probably have ran five, maybe even six miles. Annabell gave out at mile three, so I have to carry her. It does not help.
I take a deep breath and try to talk, "Lindsey, take... need... puke... stop..." That's all I got out.
"What?" She is breathing heavily too.
I yell, "CAN WE STOP!" Oh I got it. Oh no.
"Eww... Erik." Annabell says from my back.
"Sorry."
Lindsey looks at me, with that I understand the feeling, and she reads my mind, "We can stop."
"Thanks." Is all I get out.
James is balling again. I mean, I totally understand, so I give him space to let it out. He starts to throw rocks as far as he can, yell as loud as he can, then sits and is really quiet.
At maybe five minutes, "We have to go." James speaks up, his voice cracking from crying and yelling.
"I agree." Lindsey nobs.
I pick Annabell, and we start off again, the sound of zombies moans behind us.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. Kinda had a brain fart. All my ideas are gone.
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The Last Survivors
ActionI remember when we used to be able to go outside and play, without worry, without care, without thinking anything would happen. Those were the good days. Now you have to watch everything you do. Make sure that no one is following you, or get you.
