Forever Dead (On Hold)

Chapter Forty

Kat's P.O.V

What was I to do, I was mortified by what was currently happening. Death was something that never phased me but no doubt was I scared of it. Maybe I thought I wasn't at first but reality dawned on me and death was no longer something I cared nothing for. Not that I did, I wasn't fussed about it.

"Snap out of it Kat! You fucking idiot, you're going to die if you don't move your ass" Ed screamed, it seemed impossible to aggravate them any more so there was no point in being quiet.

Even with him screaming in my ear it never quite settled; automatically pouring out my other ear. There would have to be a miracle to get me to move.

"If you don't move now I will tell Alan that your dying words were 'I love you'" My eyes widened in realisation. He was being dead serious and I wasn’t prepared to let him follow his word.

"You wouldn't dare!" I screamed, clenching my teeth together so hard my jaw began to ache. The smirk on his face just grew as he ran knowing fully well I would chase after him after his recent threat.

He wasn’t wrong either, I did run after him at full pelt. I was never one for running after a certain event in my life that made it difficult and only became a problem. Even my loving friends would take the mick out of me because of it. My friends are sweet like that.

"Get back here you son of a bitch" I shouted at the top of my lungs to the guy running forwards back the way we had originally come from.

I hadn't even realised that the rest of my group was nowhere in sight and at that moment I really couldn't care less. Harsh, I know but my ambitions were all set on Ed and beating the shit out of him.

Before I had time to acknowledge my actions both us were turning down a narrow alley way. There was no way possible that all of those zombies would fit down there. I had a struggle to run through it, I wasn't fat. I'd laugh in the face of the person that said I was. I liked to think I was thin but in reality, something I loathed more than Alan and make-up, I was the perfect weight for someone of my height. Compared to Robin I might as well have been born with no legs, it wouldn't have made. Much difference. I was short because of my mother and I don't know why she's short. Maybe it was a mutation in her genetics? No clue but I really didn't want to think of it. I only had two members of my family that I knew had a chance and was still fighting through. I would be devastated if neither of them made it. Ryan may have told me many times that I was a social parasite; feeding off of my social life. I clearly must be on a social free diet, I barely kept in touch with friends unless I had to talk to them or they were stood face to face with me. That's one of the reasons that Nicole and I hadn't talked in so long. Her being on the opposite side of the world made it hard for both of us, it didn't help that our life schedules that the important stuff in life like sleep and school clashed together so we never really got to talk. But if we did i would I scream like a fan girl meeting her idle: Silent, stealing my breath and energy depriving. Yep, that was my life in a nut shell: fan girling like and absolute freak.

Thoughts aside, I was pulled into a nearby build, a hand covering my mouth to stop me from screaming. It didn't stop me from trying though.

I screamed into their hand but it came out as a pitiful squeak that was muffled by the hand covering my mouth.

I mentally kicked myself so hard I gave myself that as a result I had a head ache. Wonderful, mortified and in pain how else could my life get better?

"Shut your gob now or so help me I will kill you and it won't be painless" I decided to keep quiet since I was in the hands of Ed, literally.

My heart began to beat faster as the mother of all zombie hoards hurdled past the building we were in. If it wasn’t life or death I would have been screaming into Ed’s hand again but I couldn’t find my voice, I doubt it will return to me ever. Okay maybe in a few minutes once I beat up Ed but then till then I won’t.

The nerves got to me and I couldn’t control myself anymore. Me being the terrified teenage girl I was, began to cling onto Ed for comfort and safety, I was so scared at that point, so petrified that if I was to speak I would blow our cover causing us to probably collapse from fatigue. That wouldn’t help in a chase at any point in life, even if you have a mile lead.

Ed began to stiffen under my grasp as I clawed at his t-shirt, trying to find the comfort in the guy I had only recently met. I really didn’t care at that moment in time. If he was a complete stranger I would have still attached myself to them and picture someone I knew, someone that could comfort me in any circumstances. The hoard faded away slowly but my anxiety of death was still there as I clung to Ed. I really couldn’t care less if it was awkward, I was so terrified of what could have happened that it didn’t matter to me.

“Hey, you can let go now” The soothing voice of Ed called, and he was actually being kind and gentle in his words. Even though the words were calming it wasn’t enough to pull me away from him, my eyes were screwed shut so I was unaware of the surroundings.

Ed seemed to notice my actions and tried to relax and pry me off of him. I must have had an iron grip because he sighed in frustration as he couldn’t pull me off. I sensed his discomfort so I released myself and looked slowly to the floor. What was the point in making this moment more awkward than it already was?

AS I stared longingly at the floor I realised something; why do people stare at the floor or even the ceiling all the time? It has no interesting properties, there is nothing to drag your attention to, maybe there may be a small crack in the paint or the ground but its nothing to fuss over. I mean, staring at the floor now nothing was that interesting, not even my feet could keep my gaze fixed on them longer than a few milliseconds.

“Is the floor more interesting than me?” Ha, my point proven. Even if it was by Ed, it was proven and those who are alive should stop doing it. Maybe I was staring at the floor, but it was better than turning my back to Ed and looking at the wall, which is equally as boring as the floor or look at Ed and make this moment so awkward, well more than it originally was.

I looked up but turned my head to the side to avoid the gaze I felt locked onto me. Wow, just wow! Kat you’ve have turned to looking at the world’s most uninteresting things possible, and you were the one complaining. I knew I was right in mind but I really wanted to avert my gaze to anything but the other person in the room.

“Kat, my face is over here? You know I’m not a fucking Gorgon, I won’t turn you to stone” What a valid point but it still didn’t make me move my gaze, apart from a few inches up to a hole in the wall. My eyes were fixed on it as I saw movement from behind it and a flash of light could be seen from where the light filtered through to us. I tried not to make any noise for I felt that what I had witnessed was not a zombie, the movement was far too quick and swift for it and for one, I had a constant feeling of being watched. But then again it could have been Ed. I turned my whole body to face the wall just so I could examine the small hole that had cracked into the wall. “Whoa, what’s up with you?” Ed complained, questioning me intently as I walked over to the wall.

I didn’t want to respond, my actions must have been a dead giveaway to what I was up to. Also he must be an absolute idiot to not know why I keep avoiding his gaze. Oh wait I already knew he was an idiot.

Pointing to the wall, Ed noticed the hole and looked at me strangely.

“What is wrong with you, did that near death experience rot your brain or maybe, staring at a zombie too long works the same as a bite” He declared sarcastically, walking over to me and turning his nose up at the hole. Seriously Ed, could you not get what I meant?

“You seriously are an idiot aren’t you” I stated, walking back to where we were before, and looking out to the broken glass that was once a window. “We were being watched” I muttered, hoping that the person that was there before wasn’t eavesdropping on our conversation anymore. Of so I was going to find them and torture what they saw out of them so that they know to keep their mouth shut and to not eavesdrop anymore.

“That’s ridiculous, no one is…” Ed trailed off as a loud clatter sounded off from behind the building. “I was wrong” Ed called, following me out the building to the sound. We stopped at the corner as the clatter got louder and a faint muttering could be heard, along with the groans of a zombie.

“Shit. Help, please!” A cry for help called. I stared at Ed, we both knew what to do but we weren’t sure who this guy was or if we could trust him.