After The End Of The World

8. (C)

(Authors note in advance: I made a small layout of Cath's house in this story so you won't be confused.)

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Keep quiet Chels.

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We continued to sit in the dark basement. Outside, we heard men scream and shots being fired.

'Fuck! They have a gun!' I said.

Guns were highly desired here in Europe. The only way to get them was to find them at shooting ranges, have them illegally bought before the apocalypse or steal them. People with guns were highly respected. And feared. Guns were an easy way to kill walkers. One headshot and they were dead. Same goes for humans.

'Cath, you better prepare. If they find us we have 2 options. Fight or flee.'

'Let me see... If they do find us, we better fight. Running will get us shot, but with fighting, we have a chance. And maybe we can get the gun. If they dont find us, we have to run after they're gone. They will know my house existed so they will come back, and we can't risk that. If they leave, we pack our stuff and get the hell out.'

Cath seemed bitter.

'Hey Chels-'

Then, a loud bang echoed from the front door. They flipped over the crate and broke in.

We heard a female voice yell.

'The door was barricaded, so there are walkers or humans here. Scatter the place and take anything you can find.'

Cath bit her lip so hard, it started to bleed.

We heard footsteps above us, and I held my breath in. They were right above us.

'The living room is clear. There is no food in the drawers or the cabinets.'

The female voice replied.

'Keep searching!'

The footsteps faded.

'The sheets are still messy, so somebody has recently slept here! And the closet has some female clothes, so a girl lived here.'

'Keep searching dammit! They can't be far!'

'I found a door!' Someone said.

'Fuck!' Cath whispered. 'My bike is there.'

'Its locked!' The intruder cussed.

'Kick it in!' The fenale voice commanded. She was probably the leader.

We heard a loud bang.

And again

And again.

'Its too strong.'

'Fuck that door then! Come on, we gotta see outside.'

The voices faded as the door slammed loose.

Cath pushed the door of the basement open to see if the intruders were still there.

'Clear. Chels, grab the most food you can and make a run for the bedroom.'

I stuffed my backpack with canned corn, beef and water. Cath did the same.

'I have the bike keys. We should get out.'

She opened the door slightly.

'Still clear. GO!'

We dashed out, and I slid around the corner, but before Cath could catch it, the door slammed shut. We forgot about that.

In the distance we heard the leader yelling, and guns shooting.

'FUCK! RUN CHELS!' Cath yelled, and we ran to the bedroom. Cath struggled to find the key.

'Make it quick Cath, they're coming.' I said, looking around the corner. She screwed the key in, pulled it out and ran inside.

She jumped on the bike and I kicked the garage doors open.

'Get on Chels!' She yelled in panic, as the voices drew closer.

I jumped on the back, and Cath pushed the pedal. I had to hold on tight, cause she was giving as much gas as she could. We dashed out the garage.

'There they are, on the bike!' The female yelled. 'Get them now!'

The men began firing at Cath, but she skillfully steered the motorbike in zigzags, avoiding the hail of bullets coming our way.

The gunfire and yelling faded, and eventually it stopped.

'Chels, we should really get away, maybe they have a vehicle. Get your ass in gear, I'm gonna gas this thing. Get ready to go trough time!'

'What?'

But before I could ask she pushed the peddle and the bike sped up, and I started to yell as we crossed small bumps on the road, sending us flying over the road. My screams of fear soon turned into screams of adrenaline.

'Save your fucking breath Chels, we aren't there yet.' She nodded forward.

Then I saw it.

The long road was crowded with walkers, who swarmed between the crashed cars.

'Fuck!' I cussed.

'Hey smartass, have an idea?' She asked me.

'I- I dont fucking know.' I sighed.

'Great. Were fucked.'

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731 words but honestly I dont have any inspiration left, I just want the group to get together so I have something exiting to write about. I sincerely ask you Yasmin and Zoe,

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