Us against the world

Incounter :Ross

I know I shouldn't feel this way, he needs to be with his mom. She needs him.
But I need him too. I slip under my blankets and close my eyes, slowly falling asleep.
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Gunshots ring in my ear. I fly out of bed, "Lydia!?" I scream.
"Get down!" I hear her yell.
I crouch and run downstairs, Lydia is behind the couch, holding a 12 gage shotgun close to her.
"There's cops outside, in the road. There's maybe ten of those things." She yells over the shots.
"You saw them?" I ask.
She nods, "It's terrifying. They aren't human anymore."
Screams echo around the house,
"Officers down!" Multiple voices scream.
"We need to go." I say. "If the cops can't handle them, we aren't safe."
"Where would we go?" Lydia asks.
"If we stay inside we are safe."
She's right. Like always.
"What do they look like? I ask.
"They look like regular people. But they had bite marks, missing limbs, gray skin. They stumble around, but they are strong. Strong enough to rip open a cop." She looks straight forward.
I put my arm around her, Lydia hates anything horror or grotesque.
she can shoot and skin a deer like its nothing, but if someone gets a cut and begins to bleed, she bolts.
She curls up against me, "I don't know if I can fight them."
I hold her, "We can do this, Lyd. We got this."
The gun fire stops, ambulance siren with sound in the distance.
"It's done." I whisper.
Lydia sits up, and wiped her nose on her jacket, "I'm sorry."
I shrug, "It's perfectly fine." I push her shoulder, "come on, let's go."
Lydia raises an eyebrow, "Go where?"
"The cops are gonna come to the house, and they are going to take us away from here since we are underage. We need to go somewhere so they don't do that." I say.
She nods, "Good thinking." She grabs her hiking bag, and I also grab mine. I run upstairs and get my iPod and my leather jacket, and we run out the back
Door into the woods.
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I climb carefully up a pine tree, Lydia following right below me.
I straddle a branch, and lean my back against it, breathing heavily.
Lydia takes the branch next to mine, "It's cold." She says then zips up her jacket.
I cross my arms, "Well it is the middle of October." I point out.
Lydia shrugs, and pulls a granola bar from her pack, and eats slowly, "What should we do?" She asks after she swallows.
"About what?" I ask.
"The zombies. What if they get to be to much, what should we do?"
"Go to Washington. And Find mom and dad." I reply.
Lydia doesn't reply, her eyes widen.
I follow her gaze to a few feet away, a young girl in a ripped bloody shirt stumbles towards us. A bite wound on her forearm.
I snap my fingers, but Lydia's eyes are glued to the girl. "Lydia." I whisper. " give me the gun."
Lydia's head jerks up, she carefully raises the gun up, and I grab it.
I cock it back, aim at the girl's head and fire. The bullet sinks into her temple, and her body crumples to the ground.