Louis
My mouth gaped open and I just stared at her. “The – the what?”
“You heard”.
A snarl arose from up ahead, and Leila had obviously heard it too as we both lifted our heads to discover the source of the noise. A group of five to ten Living Dead staggered towards us slowly. Leila wasted no time in ripping a grenade from the belt across her torso, pulling the pin out with her teeth. She hurled it with force at them and ducked. I mirrored her actions and soon after heard a loud explosion.
“Damn it,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone, “I thought we still had a few more days. Those Breathers are faster than I thought”.
“Breathers?”
“It's my nickname for them. Lightens the mood, I guess. Now come on, we have to leave the city. From the looks of it, this place will be swarming with the bastards in less than a few hours”.
“How are we going to get out in time?” I asked, “It will take ages to walk to the next town”.
She turned to face me, glacial eyes glistening deviously. A mischievous smile played on her lips. “Who said anything about walking?”
Leila led me to an old khaki-print Jeep, mud sprayed up it's sides. “This yours?” I asked curiously.
“Yeah. Well, not really. It is now. I took it a few months ago”.
“You stole it?”
“I prefer the term 'permanently borrowed'”.
“That's...that's against the law though, Leila”.
She turned to look at me, her expression flat. “You really think the law applies any more? It's also against the law to murder people, but that doesn't seem to stop humans or Breathers, does it?” she clambered into the drivers seat, “Right now, it's kill or be killed. We don't really have a choice”. She eyed me impatiently, “You comin' or what?”
I nodded and hauled myself into the passenger's seat. I turned around to see a few bags dumped in the back seats. Leila turned the ignition, and soon after, a low roar emanated from the engine. “Mind explaining all this?” I asked, rather out of the blue.
“What do you mean?” Leila questioned, her focus remaining on the road ahead.
“Just this. All of this. I wake up in a hospital to find the world inhabited by the Living Dead”.
She sighed, “You want the good news or the bad news?”
“Good news”.
“They found a cure for cancer”.
“Really?” I asked, astounded.
“Uh huh”.
There was a pause. “And the bad news?” I asked worriedly.
“The cure backfired. The man who had it tested on suffered from lung cancer. He administered the vaccine and he just...healed”.
“What was it made of? The cure”.
She cocked an eyebrow, “Do I look like a scientist to you?”
“No, but, how do you know so much about this?”
She inhaled a sharp intake of breath. “I'm no scientist – but my dad is. He left the family to go to England to study with some of the world's leading scientists. He was-” she hesitated, “He was the one who discovered the cure”.
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Gory Glory // l.t au
Fanfiction"Please tell me what's going on," I didn't bother to hide the pleading tone in my words. I was desperate and terrified. "Let me enlighten you," she began, extending her hand out for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Leila Grey, and this is the end of the world"...
