Forever Dead (On Hold)

Chapter Four

I held my breath almost until I fainted. There was no way to get in with them to help; the hole is too high and the door is stuck. “Ryan what’s happened?” I yelled to my brother, hoping he knew something that would help our current situation.

“Some crates fell down; um well they aren’t the worst of our worries though!” He panicked frantically backing up to the fence separating us. I stared in confusion, but I could tell what he meant just by the sheer panic painted on his face.

“What do you mean?” Dylan spoke up from his corner of our conversation. I looked at his mimicking Ryan’s expression. “Oh shit! Alan, where are you?” he screamed past my brother. A loud yell of agony rushed across the floor. “Get the door open NOW!” we screamed rushing to open the gate once again. It was now or never and one mistake could end in the first death of our journey.

“We need it push it open, Ryan stand back” he backed off so the gate wouldn’t hit him when it opened. My foot connected to the edge of the gate causing it to move just an inch. I yelled out with pain as my foot connected with the door for a second time. Luckily for me the gate swung open upon touch letting me rest my foot.

“Come on, let’s go” Ryan yelled picking me up. I was relieved at this action my foot no longer had to face the pain. Dylan and Alan followed us around the shop until the front door. We stopped when we reached it and unfortunately a hoard of zombies stood outside; too many to run through but too little that we were going to have stay in the store. “How are we going to get to the others?” I was now sat on one of the counters leading to the tills.

“What about one of the fire exits?” everyone just stared at me. “Seriously, if we leave through the exit cut across the marshy fields we can get to town easy. Let me check they’re all at the meeting point” I pulled out my phone and began to dial out Meg’s number when I was rudely disrupted by the moan of an approaching Zombie.

“We need to run! On the count of three” We nodded to Alan. I stopped to think for a second. “One...”

“Wait, how am I supposed to run?” I asked, looking at my swollen foot.

“Two...”

“I’ll have to carry you!” Ryan held out his arms for me. There was no point hesitating.

“Three!” Ryan had finished picking me up and we were running for our lives. The first zombie we saw wasn’t alone. Another four came running after us at a great speed. The fire exit was in sight at this point. The others rushed ahead to open the door so we could all escape in one piece.

A loud ring ran out through the store. I covered my ears as the bell was too loud for my ears. I sighed heavily after everything was out of sight. “Um... how are we going to go anywhere whilst I’m unable to walk?” everyone just carried on walking ignoring that I even existed. “Hello earth to guys, come in guys” I said sarcastically hoping this time someone would answer.

“We know your there Kat but at the moment we are trying to keep a low profile. It’s dangerous especially seeing as you can’t walk or defend yourself” I hung my head at this comment, my brother was right. I wasn’t facing the facts. I closed my eyes just so the journey would fly by.

I opened my eyes after what seemed like a minute. It was dark and I was alone in a house. “Hello, is anyone there?” I sat up so I had a clearer vision. I placed my foot lightly on the floor; pain rushed through my body like running water. I bit my lip so a scream wouldn’t escape my lips. With all my effort it still didn’t work, a small scream fell from my mouth. I covered it in an instant in case another was to come. A banging of footsteps ran up the stairs or what I presumed were stairs. I reached my hand to my back for my bag. It was gone! I squinted my eyes to stare through the dark surrounding for my bag or a weapon. It was nowhere in sight and the room was pretty much empty apart from the broken sofa I was sat on.

A creaking noise indicated the door was opening; I was alone in the dark, no weapon and no way to escape. I shut my eyes ready for the worst. The footsteps quietened and walked up to me. A warm hand was placed on my shoulder. I opened one eye to see who it was. I let out a sigh of utter relief for in my sight was my mother. “You’re awake I see. How’s your foot?” I stared at my bandaged foot hovering above the floor boards. I shrugged, I knew how it felt but I didn’t want to say anything even if it was to my own mum. “I’m guessing its bad since it’s not on the floor and you screamed earlier” I blushed a scarlet red colour in embarrassment.

“Where are we and where is everyone else?” I looked around the lighter room. I could see more of the room now: A blind hung in the broken window behind me, the greyish sofa was placed in front of it, the walls were a reddish colour and there was floor boards below that looked like they would break any second.

“They are either out collecting supplies or down stairs sorting out everything” she offered out her hand for me to grab. I hesitated for a moment as I remembered how much pain my foot caused me when even the smallest amount of pressure was put on it. I took it in my own cold shaky hand. I leaned all my weight onto my left foot hopping along to the door.