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Chapter Eleven: Yogurt

Chole's PoV

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J-Hope's PoV

At least I'm not crying anymore. I have no tears left to cry. It has been three days since I heard the news of Chloe's passing, but only now is the cold reality of the situation truly sinking in. She isn't coming back.

I am quiet as I dress for the funeral. I pull on my black suit jacket without a shred of emotion and walk out the door. I don't know if I can face the funeral, but I must try to let go of the aching void Chloe has left behind and move on, and maybe this will help me do that. Whatever happens to me now, I think, I hope Chloe is at peace.

Chloe's PoV

I awaken. It is cold, and dark. I can't move. This must all just be a nightmare. I return to my fitful slumber.

J-Hope's PoV

I take my seat in the cold and dimly lit church. The atmosphere in here is tense and serious. Chloe would have hated it; a person so bright and full of life like her should have a happy funeral, outside in the sun that shines so brightly just outside the windows of the church. It seems wrong that a day like this should be so sunny, wrong that the world could seem so happy while everything is falling apart.

An elderly woman sits hunched over the ancient looking organ and begins to play. The tune she plays is slow and sad and completely devoid of any life. I think again about how much Chloe would hate this.

Chloe's PoV

I hate this. I'm cold, and it's dark, and I'm trapped and hungry, so very hungry. It's not just a dream after all. I have to fight my way out.

J-Hope's PoV

A priest gives a long droning speech about how Chloe will be missed, but I stop listening. How can he say this stuff, never having even known her?

Ten minutes pass, and I find myself wrapped up in my own thoughts of Chloe. I become faintly aware of the tears rolling down my cheeks, the hot sting in my eyes drawing me back to reality. I watch the next speaker walk up to the front of the room. Namjoon. He only got to know his daughter for three days, before she was so cruelly taken from him. Have I been selfish, drawing myself away from the others, when they're suffering too?

I don't have time to think about it, for as soon as the thought crosses my mind, something catches my eye. The coffin, dark wood with bright yellow sunflowers resting on top, which once sat still at the front of the church, is now shaking. For a moment I think that it's an earthquake, but the coffin is the only thing moving. Suddenly, a green arm, dripping with blood, and covered in disgusting rotting flesh reaches out of the coffin, forcing the lid off it. A horrible monster steps out, with glowing green eyes, gaping holes in the skin exposing the bones beneath, and... bright ginger hair. A cold heavy feeling settles in my stomach as realisation dawns upon me. The monster is Chloe. She has returned from the dead. And, as she begins to try and eat the priest, I come to yet another realisation. The zombie apocalypse has begun.

"RUN!" I scream.

A/N i trai a differrant righting style 2day owt of respect 4 tha deceesed chole, butt i no like it, so will go bak 2 normal neckst chatper :)

u guys were no expeckting dis were u ;) XD see u nex chapter