**Hello everyone, this my second story. Hope you enjoy :) thanks for reading**
Last of the World
The screams of agony... Thats what i hear in the night, they only get fewer and fewer through the week. Soon there will be none. Its only been three weeks since it started, and "being quiet and staying undercover keeps you safe." Thats what my dad used to say before they got him, "one bite, one scratch, one more dead..." Thats not to cheerful, i know, but there isnt much cheer when when people are being eatten alive by their own fallen family members. I cant stand this life... I dont know what is after all this, what will there be after it ends? Is there an "end"? Will I see the end alive? Will I be able to stand in the sunlight with my eyes closed to sky, without worry that i will be killed? This isnt the life I hoped for...
"Jane!! Get out here now!!" My mother continued to yell from the other room, and a crash from the window. I jumpped out of bed and grabbed my pistol. I kicked the door open, and pointed it to the broken window, there my mother stood holding a smoking gun downward at the corpse of one of those creatures. I ran to her "Mom! Did it get you?!" silents... "Mom!? Answer me! Did it bite you!?"
"No Jane, it didnt..." She sounded so dreadful.
"Mom? What happened?"
"go to the room Jane." She wispered
"We need to leave! NOW! Please mom pack your things lets find another hide out, we cant stay here!"
"I said GO TO THE ROOM!!"
"This is not the time for this mom, we have to leave. Mom... Please...."
She looked at me with eyes full of fear, eyes that told me she had no idea what to do. "Please mom..." She put the gun down and ran to our room and started throwing amunition and first aid in the bag. I carried the clothes in the other bag. I found my sisters old t-shirt it read "live and let live" She didnt get that courtesy... Neither did my father.
To let you know, all the survivors, have very short hair. My parents didnt want any chances so they shaved my head, I wouldnt say im a beautiful 17year old but i do have big blue eyes, they were my dads. There is no make up, loose clothes, hair below your ears, nothing more than a wisper (even though we have broken that rule before) and finally no falling behind... You fall behind, you are left behind! Thats all there is to it. Oh! I almost forgot, never ever, lose focus!
Now we are back to where we left off, running away from the place we once called home. After we had what we needed, we crawled out of the under passage we had built for just in case when had gotten there. It had rain the night before, that only makes the trip to another hide out more difficult, the smallest noises can atract them. Passing the dead on the street is a normal thing now adays, so dont think im gonna keep freaking out over a strangers corpse on the ground. Back alley after back alley we made our way to an abandon factory, and we stayed there after carfully checking on every opening and every spot where someone could hide, nothing. But i still had to get food. I ran outside to the street (bad idea just so you know) I had to. I could hear faint footsteps and i hid behind a broken gate, it was to foggy and dark to see. then came light shakes, then stronger shakes, i looked behind the the gate, nothing... Just nothing... I started to walk out. I was slammed up againts the wall, higher than i could jump. I screamed, the same scream i used to hear in the night... I coughed my own blood, and started to cry out for help, it hurt to breath. It picked me up with a hand the size of my entire chest, it threw me up againts a chain gate near by. Blood again. I called for anyone to help me, anyone to save my life. noone was coming, i was alone, and i was going to die here. I couldnt help but think of my mom, what would she do without me? Even though it ment nothing, i continued to cry for help. Mabey because i didnt want to die this way, mabey because i didnt want to die at all, i thought i was a fighter, i thought i would make it. I felt the shake of its foot steps as it came closer, i felt the blood come back up my chest. I spit it out again. I closed my eyes and tried to scream for help again, but it hit me in the head and everything went black.... I woke up screaming, it was dark. "Its ok! Its ok!" I heard a voice wisper.
"Please! Help me! Please help me!" I started to cry.
"Look, you are fine! Nothing is here to hurt you anymore, I've got you. You're safe."
I opened my eyes and was overwhelmed by pain, i screamed again and sat up. i looked down at my chest where the pain had started. There was bandages and first aid everywhere around me. I saw the very person who saved my life. A young boy about my age, very tall and fair, standing at the other side of the room with his hands up in the air. I stood up and tried to run, i fell and he picked me back up again. He looked me in the eyes and promised me that I would be alright, and that i would make it through this hell... I found my hero, he is my personal angel...
