YIS APOCALYPSE

Seek the Living, Fear the Dead

***Within the safe zone***

The chase had begun as they now clung fence in front of them desperately. Their fingers were tired and sore... red from gripping onto the fence. They had successfully run from Ethan and onto the fencing that placed upon the low doors of the swimming pool's parameter. People had once said that when the swimming pool had stopped coming in use, they had put up this fencing to prevent curious kids from making their way in. Little had they known that they would also end up trapping kids with a zombie inside. A maniac monster that was to kill more, and had already killed one.  

Grace looked away from Ethan- or what remained of Ethan- and instead to the scared faces of her friends. 

"I told you we should have gotten rid of him in the first place!" Keshini grunted, her teeth clenched. Nobody listened to her. Nobody ever did. And it pissed her off. She kept her gaze on Ethan who paced underneath them and ever so frequently raised his arms in hopes of reaching up, onto their feet that were poorly supported on the ledge of the door. 

Grace thumped her tired, painful head on the cool metal. Was all o this her fault? Was the fact that Ethan, her Ethan, was going to kill them all, her fault? It couldn't be... And neither could Ethan. No matter how horrid he looked, he was still Ethan. He would never harm them. He would never harm her... would he? 

"Well complaining about it is not going to get us anywhere. What's done, is done." Hudaifa said. 

"Since when have you become so practical and straightforward? you should be the first one panicking..."

"Guess you learn a thing out two from a sister like Alexis..." She replied. Alexis's name brought a sense of remorse over them. They had left what? In the morning and now it was already mid-day. Mid-day of four seriously scary days. The sweat from the heat of the sunlight pounded on their foreheads. 

"I wonder how they're doing..." Zack wondered out loud. Grace looked at him and then craned her neck back down to see her love. She remembered his curly brown hair that now stood stiffly from dehydration and lack of nutrients. She glanced at the two coffee drops of eyes that now stood hollow. 

A tear threatened to pour from her waterline. She rubbed it off unable to look at Ethan any longer. Why? Why was this happening to her? Instead, she glanced at Keshini and all the other people desperately clinging to the rusty metal. 

"What do you want now Grace?!" Keshini asked rhetorically. She had the I-told-you-so-but-you-didn't-listen-face on her... telling Grace that it was all her fault. 

"Okay, Keshini, you really have to stop now..." Hudaifa began, "She didn't have a choice.." 

"Of course she did... and now because of that choice we are all going to die." 

"Well, how do you expect her to throw someone they love out like that... how do you expect anyone to do that?!" 

"You know what Hudaifa, you really get so annoying sometimes..." 

"Okay stop it. The both of you!" Zack interrupted in between. Keshini just glanced towards him.

"D-dude... D-UDE!" Azaan screamed interrupting their fight. His eyes were hollowed from the lack of sleep and his hair was tousled annoying him. They traced his glance and craned their neck backward. He had been staring at Mike. The corpse of Mike. He had remembered how they spent the last hour trying to erase the memories of Mike's painful cries as Ethan pulled him down and ripped his flesh. The iron smell of blood still reached his nose and the buzzing of the flies never seemed to calm down. His best friend had now become food. And Azaan could have saved him... he could have done something. He could have maybe, pulled him up? But Azaan had selfishly clung to the metal. Maybe he was being selfish. Or maybe he was too stunned to respond.But no, he just let it happen.