Living Dead Alone Volume. 1

Chapter 11 Escape

Paul's Pov
My throat is filled with smoke. I let out a cough trying to gasp for air but the smell and taste of burnt ashes and wax were too strong. I covered my mouth with my shirt and tapped on Brysen. He waved me to follow him and I did. The flames sprouted onto the walls and parts of the building were falling down. I had to get to Miles, I had to.

Brysen and I running in a straight line towards a window. Brysen jumps out of it and lands onto another floor. The room he was in had a door that was engulfed in flames. "Don't jump down!" He said.

"Gotcha." I kept my attention on him because I heard some clicking noises.

Oh no.

"Stay quiet and stay there!"

"Where am I gonna go? Antarctica?"

I turned around and I was punched in the face by this giant man in a hoodie. The hood was covering his face so I couldn't see any features. His fist cracked as they balled together. I stood up and spaced my arms in front of my face. He lunges at me, I punch his face but he also uses the back of his knuckles to catch my cheek. My hands touched to burned wood on the floor. My lungs were hot. I started coughing.

The giant man stood over me. Right as he was gonna stab me with a giant sharp knife. A brown, moldy and old hand grabs his shoulder and he gets bitten by a clicker.

He let's out a cry of pain. Then another one tackled him. The man's skin was being torn apart and blood splattered everywhere. I looked over the edge to see if Brysen was still there.

He wasn't.

A whole was made in the floor. I run, I don't know where I'm going but I'm taking good guesses. I see a door that's wide open and it looks like it leads to the outside. I run to it. I'm almost outside. I stick my foot outside and once again something stopped me.

I landed on my back with a infected over top of me, snapping, biting at me and hitting me. My arms were feeling tired.

I saw a shadow of a man figure over me and the infected went flying. The infected tried recovering but it was shot in the head. Brysen held out his hand and I took it. "We need to hurry."

We ran far away from the burning building.

It was about five minutes of running when we got to our hideout again.

I stood with my hands on my knees, catching my breath. "I saved your ass. Again." He slapped my butt. "I like saving your ass because I can always have it later."

I caught my breath. "Well, don't get used to it." I smirked. But then I realized.... Where's Miles? "MILES!"

"I'm here!" He came running to me. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, are you okay?"

"Yes."

A few hours later......

I laid in my room, sitting on my bed, starring at the ceiling. A knocked approached my door. "Come in."

"Hey Paul." Miles walked in. "We gotta talk."

I sat up. "What?"

"Weren't you supposed to get a car from Brysen?"

"Yeah. I haven't gotten around to asking him." I said.

"When will you?"

"I don't know."