Dead Eyes

Chapter Five: Love Struck

We drove. We drove and we tried to not think about what had happened. We had just lost two of our group and were weak. We were weak! Vani especially. But he wasn't weak sadly, but angrily. He was furious. He held his nails in fist, forcing his nails into his palms. Blood came from his hands. He was actually scary. His mom was in tears and Ashley sat quietly. Actually, I don't think she actually even talked the whole time since her mother and father had died. She had been quiet the whole time!

The silence was there, and it could have been visible. No one spoke, no one moved, except for my dad steering the wheel. Then the car trembled to shuddering stop. Fear came across my dad's face, then my mom's. Soon we all knew what was happening.

The car had died.

"SON OF A BITCH!!!" My dad screamed. The eruption of his voice shook the car even more than the car shook when it died. He got out of the car bung his fist against the car door. Then he took in deep breaths and controlled himself.

"Everybody out." He said, shaking. We walked onto the grass and stood silently.

"We need somewhere to stay." Vani's mom said silently.

"I know, but where?" My mom asked.

"We need to get to our, house." I said. "If the dead are gone, we can scavenge."

"But what if there not gone?" Vani asked.

"What else do we have, we need to take the chance." I said.

"He's right." Ashley broke her silence, we all stared. "What other choice done have?" My dad considered this, and then agreed.

"So that's it. We go to the house, but how do we get there?" My dad asked.

"We walk." I answered. "We walk until we're safe. If there's a dead, we kill." I said boldly. everyone looked at me in fright, but I was doing this for the group.

I was the only thing standing between the group, and death.

We walked down the alley where we had been attacked before we had gone to the crazy lady's house and entered the street. I could see our house ten neighborhoods down from the hill we were looking from.

"Does it look safe?" Elizabeth asked.

"How am I supposed to know?!! Where at least 10 miles away!!!" I said, angrily. She jumped back in fright at my yelling. Everyone stared at me again.

I was the one losing it this time. It was me.

"Sorry. I'm just... tired." I lied. I was as angry as Vani or as sad as Elizabeth, but for another reason.

A group lie on the floor. The group wasn't familiar, except for one person...

It was Rax. My good old friend Rax. Rax the good guy. Dead. They didn't recognize him, but I did. As I saw him, I thought of something else.

"We can never come back from this..." I whispered, as Elizabeth looked at me, confused.

"What are you looking at? The dead people? Do you know one of them?" She asked in a lively tone.

"No... No, I don't." I lied. I walked away, not wanting to look back.

"Let's... let's go. I'm not getting a good vibe from this area." We left, and I tried not think about Rax.

...

"Look! There it is!" My dad called out. The house was in sight, and we were close to it. And it seamed safe. We walked up to it and Stamps started barking.