Don't Let Me Go

Trapped

Minx looks between her friends, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Minx.." Cry puts a hand on her shoulder, "About Krism.."

Minx's eyes narrow and her voice is sharp, "What about her?"

"Krism is most likely going to.." Cry sighs, "She's most likely going to end up like that little girl."

Minx glares at Cry, shoving him backwards, almost knocking him down the stairs, "She won't be like that! She won't!"

She turns and goes back into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. Ohm sighs, "That went better than I expected."

Cry shakes his head and gestures for Ohm to follow as he goes downstairs. Ohm obeys, crossing his arms, "What should we do? I don't think we can just hide in the house forever, we're running out of food. Not to mention Krism's just getting worse, I'm not sure how long she'll last, and.. When she becomes like.. Them.. The only way to stop her is to.."

He shakes his head, "Minx will never let us do that."

Cry sighs, "I know she won't. That's why.. We'll have to do it when she isn't in the room."

Ohm gasps, "You can't be serious."

Cry turns to him, "We don't have a choice. We'll all be in danger when Krism's illness overtakes her, and I will do what I have to in order to make sure you, Minx, and I survive. If that means she'll hate me for the rest of her life, fine."

"Cry.." Ohm stares at him.

Cry turns back to the window, pulling the curtain back to look out, "Go check the food, we definitely need to move soon."

"How bad is it out there?" Ohm asks.

"Pretty bad," Cry groans, "There's so many of them out there now.. We should leave now, before there's too many to drive through."

Ohm nods, "I'll pack up all the food that doesn't need to be refrigerated. Go tell Minx and Krism we need to get ready to go."

He takes off into the kitchen and Cry goes upstairs. He opens the door and Minx glares at him for a brief moment before looking back at Krism. Cry sighs, "We can't stay here, we're running out of food, and more and more of the infected are roaming the streets. We need to leave before we're completely trapped in here."

"Where would.. We even.. Go?" Krism wheezes.

Minx frowns, looking back at Cry, "Why should we go? We can just get more food and wait this thing out."

"I don't think waiting this out is really an option," he replies, "We need to get ahead of this before we're consumed by it."

Minx stands, crossing her arms. She's making it painfully obvious she's pissed with him, "So, where should we go then, oh, amazing leader who knows all?"

Cry groans softly, eyes narrow, "Cut the shit, you know I'm right. It's dangerous to stay here, we'll be surrounded in a matter of days and we're running out of food. I don't know about you, but I don't want to starve to death waiting for help that won't come!"

Minx stares back at him with dark, narrowed eyes, but she says nothing. Cry turns to the door, "Pack the first aid supplies and some clothes and then meet Ohm and I downstairs to put the supplies in the car. Once that's done, we'll come back for Krism."

He goes back downstairs and Minx runs a hand through her hair, but she obeys him nonetheless. She pulls a suitcase from under the bed and runs about the room, grabbing some clothes for Krism and herself before packing the first aid supplies. Once she's done packing, she picks the suitcase up and heads for the door. She stops when Krism speaks, "Leave me."

Minx stiffens, her voice is almost a whisper, "What..?"

Krism takes in a shaky breath, "You.. Have to.. Leave me."

"No," Minx almost growls, quickly descending the stairs. Cry turns from the window, a suitcase in hand, "Finished packing?"

She just nods and Ohm, joins them, "I got all the food we can carry."

"Good job," Cry turns back to the window, "They've wandered off from our street, but I'm sure they'll be back soon. We need to pack the car quickly. Ohm, grab three of the biggest knives from the kitchen, we shouldn't go out without a weapon."

Ohm nods and drops his suitcase, running back to the kitchen. He goes to the knife block and pulls all the knives out and grabs the three biggest then goes back to his friends. He holds the knives out carefully and Minx snatches the largest quickly, "Let's just get this over with."

Cry takes the smaller of the last two, smiling softly at Ohm and then he turns to Minx, "Is your car unlocked?"

She grabs the keys from her pocket and hands them over. Cry looks out the window again and finding their way is clear, he leaves the house, gesturing for them to follow. Ohm and Minx follow close behind him and they get to the car without any hassle. Cry unlocks the car and they put their luggage in floorboard of the back seats and as they turn back towards the house, an infected seems to come out of nowhere and tackles Minx to the ground. She shrieks, her knife knocked from her hand. She struggles against the infected, trying to keep the dead man from biting or scratching her. Ohm moves to help her and then he's knocked down, too, but he keeps a hold of his knife. Cry turns around and his eyes widen, the alley between Minx's house and the next is full of the infected, and the three friends have made their presence known. Ohm stabs the infected that's on top of him in the head. Cry stabs the nearest infected, throwing himself to the ground, holding the dead woman over him. He hisses at Ohm, "Stay down! Give Minx your knife, hide under the bodies!"

Ohm stays where he lies, holding the dead man over him as Cry is, and he slides his knife towards Minx, who grabs it instantly. She drives the knife into the eye of her attacker and he collapses on top of her. She whimpers, staring at her friends with wide eyes. Ohm holds a finger against his mouth and she nods, closing her eyes. The three friends stay still, lying under the dead bodies of the infected as the horde walks around them, no longer able to see or smell their prey beneath the stench of their own.