Saving Marzia (Pewdiepie fanfic)

Google Map Sucks...

Chapter 9

POV: Felix Kjellinberg

I rubbed my forehead and looked ahead. The movement of the car only made my head worse. I greeted my teeth, put my head in my lap and gripped my hair, hard. I think Ryan, aka Cry, was looking at me. Emma probably was to. I didn't care the pain surging through my head was worse then any other pain I had felt before. The car coming to an abrupt stop didn't help much either.

"Why'd you stop the car?" I asked as I raised my head a little then put it back down.

"That!" Emma sounded shocked and scared. I looked up to see zombies. They were everywhere. There was no way around them. They completely covered the road.

"How much ammo do you got?" I asked Ryan.

"Seven clips for each gun and some grenades." He smirked proudly.

"Really?" Emma looked shocked.

"Amurica baby." He said in a stereotypical American country accent, still smiling proud. Emma giggled at that.

"So, conserve the ammo and find another way or shoot our way through?" I asked. The dogs barking at the back windshield caught our attention. Behind us was another horde of zombies. When did they get there?!

"Oh shit..." Cry mumbled under his breath.

"I guess that's our answer." Emma leaned up in her seat.

I think I can speak for all of when I say our hearts were about to beat out of ours chests. Emma was taking deep breaths and I copied. Cry handed out guns and ammo to us as the zombies neared the car. He was hesitant about Emma having a gun but he really didn't have another choice. I told Emma to look out the back and to shot anything that tries to break the glass. Cry and I had our guns pointed out the side windows, ready to fire.

"Hold on." Cry muttered before flooring it through the zombies. I fired at a few zombies latching to the car on my side and Cry did the same. The gun shots echoed loudly in the car, making my head worse. I ignored it tho and keep shooting.

The sound of glass busting and screaming came from the back of the car. "Felix!" Emma screamed. I turned my head and saw a zombie on the back if the car. It's hand gripped around Emma's neck as she reached for the gun in the floor bored. I didn't have a clear shot. Emma's head was in the was. I squeezed into the back seat and turned my gun around, smashing the zombie in the head. It wasn't letting go of her tho. I started to hit its arm. The bone snapped in half and the zombie slid off the car. "Th-thanks." Emma stuttered as she rubbed her scratched up neck.

"Pewds! Need some help up here!" Cry called out.

I looked over to Emma, her eyes full of fear. "Don't hesitate to shoot." I warned and jumped in the front seat to help Cry with the hunger driven zombies. We all used as little ammo as posibaly as we drove over and through hords.We finally made it through them after a good ten minutes. I looked back at the ones left standing. All of them still looked so human. It put a sinking feeling in my stomach. But we have to kill them. We have to fight. We have to, right? Its right to. Isn't it? Or could they be saved? Is this wrong? They were people. I know that. All of them had some kinda of a life. But this...this deases or infection, whatever it is, made them...not...human. i wonder how many people died because of the confution I'm having right now. How many people have died because they refuse to fight? Refused to kill other humans. Or atleast what they thought to be other humans. This isn't right. Why did this have to happen? Why would anyone let this happen? How did this happen? I wan't all the answers but I have none. I don't even know where the love of my life is, for God sake! I pulled out my phone and looked at a text Marzia sent me in the middle of my meet and greet yesterday.

"Hope you get home soon! I have some great news! Love ya"

What was she going to tell me? I miss her so much. I need to fine her, soon. Shes my everything.

"Are you okay, dude?" Cry asked as he drove down the long, empty road.

"Yeah, I fine." I lied.

"If your heads still hurting, I think I have some asprin or something in my bag." He pointed to the back. Emma picked up his bag and rummaged through it until she pulled out a white pill bottle.

"Take two and call me in the morning!" She smiled and handed me the bottle I forced a smile and took out two pills. I knocked them back into my mouth and washed them down with a sip of water. After a few minutes my head felt better. The pounding had simmered and I could bear to look at the sun light.

Besides the dogs barking some, the car was quite. None of us wanted to talk about what's happened to us before we met up. But I had a burning question.

"How did you get here?" I asked first.

"I got some friends in the Air Force. They stole a jet of two...maybe a plane." He smiled. "After all this went down. They offered to bring me here to help you." He smiled.

"So...uh, did you ever meet up with Ken?" I had to ask.

Cry looked down for a second before looking back at the road. "Uh yeah...I found him."

"Why didn't he come with you?" Emma asked.

Cry sighed. "He wouldn't come...His family was...ya know, but he wouldn't leave them." He stopped the car in the middle of the road and looked down at his lap.

Emma sat back in her seat, feeling terrible for asking that question. I leaned toward him and patted his back.

"It's not your fault he stayed." I assured him.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." I think he was lying.

He slightly shook his head and started up the car again. He drove, following the directions of the map screen shots for what felt like forever. We drove past so many zombies, but not one person. The sun was resting a little low in the sky and the clouds were nowhere to be found. This would be a perfect day if it wasn't for everything happening like it is.

"Stop the car!" the words pulled me out of my depressing thoughts. The car stopped and I looked back to Emma. "We went in a circle." Emma frowned as she started at the gaming building where we started from.

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I know...it was short. Sorry. Lots of homework and I'm working on another fan fic I haven't started publishing yet. Anyone like Iron Man? That one will probably come out quicker. Again, super sorry!

P.S I'm putting this up before looking for grammar/spelling errors.

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