Dead Days

Taking A Breather

Kelsey was exhausted. She hadn't realized fear could take so much energy out of a person. Of course this fear was different then the exciting one you felt when you were on a rollercoaster at, say, Disney Land. There was no heart racing because the ride before you would start, and the turns in the wind would excite you. There was no safety harness for this new world, no ending you could see coming, as long as you kept your eyes open. This was not a thrill ride. It was a waking nightmare.

They had been almost quiet walking up the stairs. The dark haired women seemed more confident inside though. Kelsey felt afraid everytime they turned around a corner. She was expecting a dead guy to come jumping and snarling out at her. She held her brother closer.

Finally getting into the blonds apartment she slowly felt safer. They were behind closed doors and thick walls. Maybe it would be okay?

Everyone in the room sank down into sitting positions. The blonde bounced down onto a giant comfy bed. She held her weapon like a trophy. The dark haired women sank down onto a wooden chair next to a table sitting the gun onto the wooden surface. The man dropped down to the floor, covering his face in his hands. Kelsey sat down on the nearest seat, which ended up being a La-Z-Boy. The blond was off prattling about something, Kelsey didn't care to focus on, while the rest were trying to regain their composure.

Kelsey heard a loud click. The dark haired women had cocked her gun (At least that's what Kelsey thought she did, she didn't know much about guns). She had it pointed at the man by the door. He must've heard it to and looked up from behind his hands. He held them up like he was under arrest.

His face was softly angled. He looked very young. Younger then his voice suggested. He was muscled, but not huge. It wasn't the main thing that drew attention to him. Kelsey couldn't remember meeting anyone with such green eyes before. He was rather pretty for a guy, and his light brown skater-boy hair, only did him justice making his eyes pop. He was maybe early twenties by Kelsey's guess. Looks could be decieving however.

"Who the hell are you?" The dark haired women snapped.

"Oh come now Erica, your gonna make him piss on my carpet!" Said Blondie.

So that was her name, Kelsey thought.

Erica glared but kept the gun up. It was pointed right at his head. "No funny shit Bub! I'll blow your brains out."

"Brice ma'am. M-my name is B-Brice."

"Oh, he's got a sexy accent!" The blond   winked at him.

"Would you knock it off Kristy!" She looked at the man, "Who's with you?"

At that the man looked deeply pained. His face contorted and he was barely holding back his tears. "My brother's and I. I was with them. We were walkin' home from the fish joint round the corner, when them bone thugs'n harmony came swarming out from everywhere. They were leg draggin and snappin their jaws at everythin."

He chocked up on his words, "One of 'em got my big bro Keaton. It grabbed my arm. Keaton yanked me away just to get snatched up instead. Bit into his neck. They went after my little bro too, but I got us away."

Erica slowly lowered the gun down some. She had pity written on her face. "Where's your little brother now?"

"He was the  light haired one you shot when you first came runnin out." He looked like he aged a hundred years before our eyes.

"I'm sorry Brice. I wish I'd have known."

He just shook his head and went silent. He wrapped his arms around himself and gazed off.

Now that any threat from the new guy was gone, the Erica put the gun back on the table. The women looked at Kelsey. She came over and crouched down in front of her. Putting a hand out she smoothed a stray lock out of her face.