Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

[Book 2] Chapter 38

There's a lot of POV changes in this chapter but I hope it doesn't confuse you, it keeps going back and forth.

Enjoy this chapter ;)

[Charlotte's POV]

Screaming. That's all I could hear. Screams of joy and screams of sorrow, it was so loud that it rang through my brain and sent me into a panic, I felt woozy, like I was going to faint. What's happening? What's going on? Where am I?

Someone. Anyone.

I tried to focus my view but I couldn't, everything was blurry, I couldn't see through the tears that were streaming down my cheeks. I turned my head to the right, then to the left, still nothing, all I could see was blurred shapes, the shapes of people but they were far back, very far back.

I watched as one shape drifted in my direction, a flash of silver flew across my eyes and I blinked in surprise, when I opened them everything was back into focus, I could see the crowd gathered around me, their hands raised high in the air as they screamed in laughter and happiness.

As I turned my head to one side, I saw my lover, my partner, he was pressed hard against a metal pole, his body twisted at awkward angles, I watched as tears spilled from his eyes resembling a water fall.

I strained my neck a little to look at the last moving bodies, two men were holding a young boy down as he screamed and fought, the plaster around his limbs smacked against the men and even bent at the impact but the child kept on fighting, trying to get away.

Then there was me, and the figure moving towards me.

In his hand, he holds a knife. The knife is clean. 

The man, his blonde hair and blue eyes, tall and muscular form, smiles at me. His mouth looks more like a sharks than a human.

This man... He is no man, he is not a human.

He is a monster. The one my brother told me horror stories about. The one my teachers told me couldn't get to me if I was smart. The one my parents said wasn't real.

Oh, he's real.

He's right in front of me.

The Devil himself.

Yet he calls himself Paul.

[Payton's POV]

Daryl ran slightly ahead of me as we ran through the shop, he took steps three at a time and cut round corners, barely looking for threats first, he just charged.

'Slow down.' I hissed at him as he turned a corner down the hall while I was still making my way down it, he didn't reply right away but I could still hear his footsteps thumping hard against the ground.

'I found the shop!' I heard a little way in front of me so picked up the pace to catch him up, I came to a door with stairs going down but there was no light so it was pitch black as I made my way down.

Right, 'cause this isn't the part most scary in any horror film that I have ever watched. Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being watched? Is the "7 days" girl coming to kill me? What's touching my foot? What the hell is that noise?

'Payton!' Daryl hissed from far in front, he most likely slowed down and waited as when I turned the corner he was only jogging. 'I can hear your foot fall from all the way up here. Can you like calm it a little bit?'

'Sorry.' I smiled. 'I'm just... being stupid.'

'Well let's save that till we get home and everyone's safe.'