After The End Of The World

1. (C)

Don't think Chels.

Just run.

Watch your breathing. You can't give up now.

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'Chelsea!' Someone yelled my name.

'Save your goddamn breath, we aren't there yet!' I yelled back.

It was Delia, the girl I was set up with to find water and supplies.

'Just a little bit to the store. Dont make noise dammit!' I hissed at her. 'You'll get their attention.'

She bit her lip as we ran further trough the alleyways.

Holding my hatchet ready, I stared at a walker.

We were in a alley, and there was only one of them here. At the end was the store, but the main street was full of them. If we pulled attention now we would be dead.

I planted my hatchet in the walkers head.

Pulled it out.

Gross

We were safe for now. As long as we did not make noise.

I pointed towards the escape ladder, which led to the roof.

Climb.

I grabbed the ladder and started climbing. In was out of breath and dead tired, but I managed to make it to the roof. There, I saw a trapdoor.

A fire exit.

Bingo.

Now just to open it-

Suddenly, I heard glass being shattered beneith me.

Delia had kicked in the glass to enter the store. Clearly, she didn't get the memo.

Like that wasn't bad enough already, of course the godforsaken alarm went off.

'YOU DUMB FUCK DO YOU WANT ALL THE WALKERS IN TOWN TO COME HERE?' I yelled.

'HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THERE WAS AN ALARM?' She yelled back, but she was hard to hear because of the loud alarm.

'GO INSIDE AND GRAB WHAT YOU CAN, WE NEED TO GET OUT' I yelled back.

She ran inside.

I saw big swarms of walkers come to us like moths onto a felt covered light.

Great.

I climbed down as fast as I could, and ran inside. Delia packed a few bottles of water and some food.

There was no time, so I grabbed her hand and made a run for it.

We ran trough alleyways and past abandoned buildings. We dodged walkers, and Delia almost got grabbed by one.

My head hurt. It felt like I could pass out any second.

'We are almost at the bikes, just a little more!' She pointed in the distance.

There, in a field of grass, layed 2 bikes, one black and one spray painted black. That one was mine.

We ran and ran until we reached the bikes. I felt dizzy as I picked up mine, stepped on it and took off.

This took a lot less effort, and since the terrain and the weather were calm, I slowly came to my breath.