Hi guys, sorry the update took so long to get here. But you really aren't helping much. If you don't vote and comment then I just can't write.
Anyway, without further ado,
Part 4.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Zach walking away with his head low. Somehow I gathered the strength to drag myself over to the re-killed corpse. I could feel the hot tears stinging at my eyes. He was just a little boy, about seven or eight, with short and messy brown hair and a bullet hole in his forehead.
I could feel my body shaking from the sadness and anger that overwhelmed me. A child didn't deserve this. No one did. I felt a warm hand grasp my cold and clammy one and looked over to see Dan next to me. His expression wasn't readable but I knew he was thinking the same thing.
"We should go," he said quietly.
I nodded. "Yeah," I mumbled, "let's go."
We continued walking hand in hand, but neither of us said anything. There weren't any words to say at a time like this.
The rest of the group continued slaughtering zombies, but Dan and I stayed back for a while. I felt a bit awkward holding his hand so I politely pulled it away, just as Angel ran back to us. He clasped his hands on my shoulder and leaned down a few inches to be face-to-face with me.
"Skylar, are you okay?" Angel asked me.
"I'm fine," I told him, trying to smile a bit.
"Listen, I know it's hard. He was just a child, but it was too late for him anyway. He would've just wandered aimlessly, looking for more food," he said sadly.
"I...I know that already."
"What I'm saying is I don't want you to hesitate if you're put in a situation with an undead child. I don't want to lose you, Sky."
"Shouldn't you be saying that to Luna," I told him.
He looked at me, shocked. "Look, Skylar, Luna means a lot to me. But you...I just really-"
"Don't say it!" I yelled, louder than I meant to. "I'm sorry Angel. But please, don't finish that sentence."
I pushed past him, dragging my bat behind me. I didn't want to hear how he felt about me. If he told me, we surely wouldn't be able to act normally around each other anymore and I didn't want to lose that. I only saw him as a friend, nothing more.
I rejoined the front lines and took all my frustrations out on the undead. I crashed my skull into the face of a cranky old man who used to live down my street. I felt pretty good bashing his head in. He always yelled at my brother for useless things and told me I would never be anything in life. I'd like to see him say that now.
Kelevra joined me as he beat a woman that was holding a grocery bag. "Are you alright?" he asked me, kicking the woman's crumpled body out of the way.
"I'm just peachy," I replied as I swung roughly at a businessman's open mouth. My bat got stuck. "Get off!" I screamed and kicked the zombie in the gut. He stumbled back, taking my bat with him, great. I yelled as he limped toward me.
I covered my face just as zombie juice splattered all over me. I peeked through my fingers to see Kelevra standing over the zombie, bunting him in the forehead and screaming something along the lines of "keep your decayed, infested body away from her!"
As soon as he stopped his rampage, I went over and began to dislodge my bat from the re-dead man's mouth. I heard his jaw snap as I broke it open. With my bat back in my possession, I took a very angry swing between the man's legs. Although he couldn't feel it, it sure as hell made me happier.
