apocalypse • dolan twins

seven

Eleanor's POV

Until we heard several loud knocks at the door.

We all froze and stared at each other intently. It's like we all just forgot how to move.

"Okay, what the hell guys!" Marco whisper screams.

Lance let's out a shaky breath, "yeah this isn't funny. Who's doing this?"

I glared at him, "no one is, you idiot. We're all here."

"Oh yeah, then where's Nicole?" Ethan points out.

"She's upstairs sleeping, the girl isn't feeling well." Rosie replied.

Once again we all looked at each other as if we were all having a telepathic conversation.

The knocking turned into banging, followed by a terrified voice. "HELP US PLEASE!" It was definitely a male's voice.

"Guys they need help!" Rosie says, about to run towards the door until Grayson pulls her arm back.

"It could be a trap. There are still some psycho people out there." He says.

She pulls her arm away, "Or it could be people who are wounded and are in need of help." Rosie retorts.

"Just open the door," Jack speaks up.

"Alright, hold on to your weapons guys." I say, walking towards the door about to open it. "Ready?"

"Ready." They all reply.

I twisted the key in the knob and opened the door. All of a sudden two males walked in, one brunette boy and one blonde boy. They both fell to the ground, they were bruised and wounded. Everyone put their weapons down and I immediately closed the door and Rosie knelt down beside them.

"They fainted," Grayson says.

"Thanks for the info, captain obvious." Rosie says, sarcastically.

She touched both of their foreheads and their necks. "They're burning up, someone carry them to the couches. Hurry."

Ethan and Grayson walked forward and carried both of them to the couches while Rosie ran to the kitchen. I followed her and she was frantically grabbing different medicines, a soft cloth and a water bottle.

"What are those for?" I ask her.

She didn't reply and rushed back to the living room. Rosie knelt down and checked each of their pulse. "Okay, they're alive and breathing."

"What's going on, Rosie?" Jack asks

"They're body temperature is low, I think they're currently in a hypothermic state." She says, looking at both of the boys. "We need to take their wet clothes off right now."

"Oh hell no, I'm going to bed." Marco says.

"I SAID NOW!" Rosie yells making Marco and Lance roll their eyes, starting to take off the boys' clothing. "Be gentle."

"I'm going to get blankets upstairs," she says, rushing upstairs.

Ethan, Grayson, Jack and I exchanged looks. "Where did all that come from?" Jack asks, shocked.