The Dark Ones

Chapter 7

I woke up to screaming. Before you get nervous it wasn't me screaming. Or Zayne. Or Megan. It was a woman on the street outside. She was getting attacked by the dark ones. She was losing this battle. I ran to the window. Like giving me that extra 5 feet was going to help her. I opened the window.

"Hey!" Zayne grabbed my arm. Them eyes pleaded me to not go. I stared him in the eyes.

"I'm going to help her," it wasn't a question. I turned to the window and opened it. I put one foot out.

"Then I'm coming with you," again, not a question.

"Me too," Megan was the most vital person that we needed. She killed zombies like it was a piece of cake.

"Thank you," I didn't even try to reason with them, or try to prevent them from coming with. Soon enough I found myself on the roof. Here was the dilemma. How was I going to get down? Zayne pushed past me. All he did was climb down the tube running down the house.

"Jump, I'll catch you," without a doubt in my mind I jumped and for a bit I did feel like a songbird. Again, I felt the winds fingers stroke through my hair. I smiled. The feeling I thought would never come back, did.

"Now you Megan," before I was even done saying it Megan had hurled herself into the air. She didn't need to land in Zaynes hands and he didn't reach out to offer. She landed perfectly on her feet. "Let's go," we approached the African-American woman. She was strong and fending them off brilliantly. But it looks like she's getting weaker. We heard zombie skulls clashing and heads breaking as we came closer. I grabbed one by the back of the shirt and smashed the blade into the back of his head by this time Megan was to the woman comforting her. The woman was crying.

"There was so much of them," her voice was varying in tone. "They were in a heard,"

"Who are you?" My voice was firm and steady.

"My name is Asha," she said this while whimpering. She had had enough for today. She needed rest. I could tell.

"Do you want to move with us? Travel?" I was giving my best effort to comfort her. But maybe my best wasn't enough. She looked confused and Zayne just looked at me as if I had made a mistake.

"I would love to travel with you," Asha said.

"Good." I said. And I meant it. This woman, she was so welcoming and friendly. I couldn't resist taking her into the group. "Let's keep moving,"

"Woah, songbird, I know you want to fly. But maybe, just maybe moving right now is not the best idea," I know I needed to get back to my parents. I needed to.

"We're moving," I said. "And that's not a question," that's when I noticed how I said 'we're' "you can chose whether to come with me or not, but I'm leaving. Now,"

"Losing you would be the worst mistake I'd ever make," Zayne just looked at me and in that instant we weren't in the zombie apocalypse. We were in our own little world. This world of ours, it was better than this real living hell. "Hello? Wren? You in there?"

"Then let's go," I said. My plan? Not sure. But going anywhere, even going farther away feels better than staying. Because then I can sleep at night, knowing I moved to find my parents. If my parents were left to find. So we all packed up. And we started walking. I told them where I lived. New York, New York. Busy? Of course it is, but I'm a city girl. They all looked at me blank faced.

"You know where we are, right?" Megan asked me. I stared back.

"No, I don't know," we'll, I successfully made myself look like a dork. I felt the blood flush to my cheeks.

"Wren, we're in Maine,"