Trouble Makers

Chapter 4: Rid

Ian

I feel like their parents. Like I'm incharge of them now. They need to stay alive. We may be that last ones left. I keep my knife and gun close to me, just in case something happens. I don't want to catch them anymore. I don't.

I think Aaron is suspecting me of trying to catch them still. We will have to go soon. And you may be thinking, "Wasn't that the poor english guy?" And yes. I was. But I took some classes on English and learned English. The others don't realize. But I'm wondering where the others are.

"Where is Nat and Neil?" I ask. Aaron looks at me and shakes his head. I feel guilty for sending them to school for the house. I should have never done it. Thats was stupid of me.

West

I feel sympathy for Ian. Poor guy. We all sit in the semi-darkness and stink. Silent.

"I learned English." Says Ian.

"No duh." Huffs Aaron. I lean against the wall of the dome and Aaron. He laces his fingers with mine and I relax. So yeah. We are basically holding hands.

Aaron

I take West's hand in mine, and I feel secure. We need to get rid of Ian. I still don't trust him. I just don't. I can't because of what happened. He chased us, sent us to school. Had the nerve to try and send us back. He learned English. What a creep.

Maybe on the inside, I'm scared of him. I'm afraid. Possibly. Maybe...

"This is boring." Suggests West.

I lean against the dome wall. This will be a while. All is calm and quiet. I like it this way. It's very peaceful.

Everyone's heartbeat slows right when and hand smashes through the dome wall, three inches from West's head. She shreiks and jumps back. She gets up and stands, aware, in the middle of the dome. The hand gropes and I shot it, causing the hand to fall off from the wrist of the owner. It was definatley a zombie hand. The hand is crawling now. It goes for West. She stomps on it and it goes still. More hands come out of the windows. We were being attacked.