Staying Alive

Chapter 1

PJ's POV

I quickly reloaded my shotgun and shot the zombie in front of me. We were surrounded by zombies, I couldn't even count how many there were of them. I was slightly panicking; had Phil been right all this time? Was this the end?

I saw Phil on my right as I shot another zombie. Dan was walking towards him, but Phil didn't move; he just stood there. Shoot him, Phil! I thought, but at that moment Dan bit in his arm.

This really is the end.

Suddenly I felt someone pulling my arm, and I thought it was Tyler, but I stared right in the dead eyes of Chris. I tried to pull away, but he was strong, and he started running, pulling me with him.

I was confused, and scared. What was he doing?

"Let me go!" I screamed and tried to pull my arm out of his hand, but he didn't let go. He turned his head and gestured to stay quiet. Why? What was he going to do?

I wanted to scream, and shoot him, but for some reason I didn't. Deep down, I still loved him. I couldn't help but hope he was still the same Chris, just a little less alive. But I also knew that this was nonsense and that it wasn't me he wanted; he only wanted my brain.

"Where are you taking me?" I whispered.

"Safe," he said, his voice a little rough. He slowed down and walked in between two big trees towards... a bunker. It was so well hidden you only saw the door when you were right in front of it.

Chris still held my arm as he pushed open the camouflaged door. It was so dark inside; the only light came from the door opening and fear overwhelmed me when he pushed me inside.

I stumbled and fell on the cold ground when he closed the door behind him. He turned on a small light hanging on the ceiling while I still layed on the floor, not daring to move. I was afraid there were more zombies in this bunker, but I saw no one except from Chris and I didn't hear anything either.

I looked up at him, just as he held out his hand, but I tried to get away from him and grabbed my shotgun that I had dropped when I fell. I pointed it at Chris and he took a step back. I could've shot him, but I didn't. I still loved him, even though I was unbelievably scared.

Maybe it was the most stupid thing to do, but I layed my shotgun next to me on the ground again, and I tried to get up, but my right wrist hurt so bad from falling that I fell back down.

"You... okay?" Chris asked and sat down next to me.

"What are you doing, Chris?" I asked. I wasn't able to hide the fear in my voice as I was very aware that he could kill me any moment now. "Why did you bring me here?"

"I'll help you... stay alive."