I looked harder and saw his body hiding in the corner, almost hidden by the darkness. I slowly put down my knife and beckoned him to come out signalling that I wasn't going to hurt him.
He stood and I saw him better, he was a little boy! about age 8 he had short dirty blond hair and blue eyes like the ocean. he looked so innocent and young. it was hard to Believe a little boy could survive on his own. he was scared and alone, I could tell in his eyes. they had seen horrible things
"Who are you!" the boy said, I heard rustling and the others coming over. "my name is Alice, and these are my friends." I said pointing to the people around the corner.
Alex pulled out his gun and aimed as he went around the corner. this frightened the boy and he started crying. I ran over to him to comfort him as spencer and Lucy yelled at Alex "IM SORRY!' I heard him scream. I didn't blame him for pulling out his gun but still, I hadn't pulled out mine.
"What's your name?"i asked the little boy as he stopped crying "j-jase" he stuttered as he wiped his eyes. "who-who are they?" he asked pointing to the others as they bickered. "that's Lucy, Alex, and Spencer!" I said pointing to each as I said there name. they all looked over as if realizing what he was.
"We have to find the others!" screamed Alex. I grabbed the boys hand and we all continued running.
We finally found them back in the mess hall. no one noticed the boy who was hiding behind me. we app sat down and that's when they saw him, a little boy sitting right between me and ruby. he was almost as tall as her. "everyone" I said with a loud voice to snap everyone out of there daze."this, is...?" I looked down at him for an answer "Jase." he said still clinging onto my arm, "where am I?" he asked extremely pale, "it's a prison, probably the safest place to be right now. meant to keep humans in to it can probably keep zombies out." Said Ashley from across the table.
The night was soon upon us and we all slept in the bunker again.
My name is Alice Rouyn, I'm fourteen, and I, along with my friends survived the sixth day.
The youth are affected the most
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The Day We All Died
TerrorThe day we all died is a story in journal format from the perspective of a young fourteen year old girl. Along with her friends she has to survive the zombie apocalypse. What will they learn. Who will they meet. What will be there fate.
