Surviving.

Chapter Ten: New Group?

Now. Let's get this straight. Being surrounded by a bunch of undead zombies is not fun. In fact, it's incredibly frightening. So just imagine how i feel now, when i'm surrounded by over a hundred walkers. I got separated from Alex and the others and now i'm cornered, slowly running out of ammo.

I hear a familiar voice call my name, and i instantly yell back "Over here!"

I shoot off my last few rounds and resort to hand-in-hand combat. I throw multiple punches and jab a few eyes out, but they continue to come. I step away from the corner to try and get through the thick herd, but then i feel a deep groaning right in my ear. I try to turn but a sharp pain flows through me from my shoulder and everything goes black.

I jolt awake, gasping for air as i survey my surroundings. My brain is fuzzy and my shoulder is a source of searing pain. I glance down at my shoulder and see a white bandage with a large red splotch almost covering it. I try to sit up but i immediately fall back , thanks to my shoulder. I groan and look around again. Pale white walls and a light blue floor. I'm laying in a sterile-looking bed with flat white sheets and a fluffed pillow. There's an almost soundless beeping coming from a large white machine, which i'm pretty sure it's called a heart monitor. An IV is stuck in the bend of my arm and a clear liquid is flowing through it.

I hear my own raspy voice croaking, "Morphine." I close my eyes tightly and fall into a dreamless sleep.

I'm awoken by someone shaking my shoulders. I open my eyes and immediately squint due to the florescent lights above my head. I look up to see who was shaking me, but see no one, only a small pair of arms. I roll my head to the side to come face to face with a pair of large brown eyes. I open my eyes wide as the child pears at me.

His squeaky voice cracks as he says one word to me, "Hi."

I smile as much as my sore face would let me and clear my throat before replying softly, "Hello there."

He points to himself and grins from ear to ear, "Me Matthew."

I smile back at him, "I'm Lainey."

~2 hours later~

Me and little Matthew have been talking for a good two hours and we practically know everything about each other. Like....his favorite color, favorite food, what he likes to do, and where his parents are. He told me that both his parents were dead and his older brother was missing. I asked him if he was alone or if he had a group and he told me that he had a large group with about six people in it. He also said that the whole group was men except one lady. He said that she had "a huge ball in her stomach that moved whenever she sang."I laughed at that, realizing he meant that she was pregnant. He, being only five, wouldn't have known what pregnant meant.

Matthew told me that his group would be back soon, for they had went hunting and left him behind.

"They left you here, alone?!" I ask a little upset by the fact he was alone. He nods his little head, making his auburn hair fly everywhere. I pull him into a hug and sigh deeply.

"They shouldn't have left you here. It's dangerous." He just sticks his thumb in his mouth and nods again. I lift him slowly and place him on my hip.

"You're not alone anymore, i'm here now" i say, giving him a reassuring smile. A huge grin spreads across his face and he nods again, more excitedly this time. Just as i was going to kiss his little cheek, the double doors bust open with a loud bang.

Hey guys,

Sorry for no updating y'all! My nook is now a goner, and i have only a limited amount of time on my desktop.

~Lizzy