My Friends And The Zombie Apocalypse.

Derrick's Group

"Derrick! What the fuck, man!?" John yells to me. I'm running down to Micheal, aiming at the people holding him down.

They pick him up and start to drag him away. I'm ready to shoot them and then one of them jumps out at me with a knife. I aim and pull the trigger....

And then I realize my gun has been empty for a while now, mainly because I used all of the ammo against those New Lord guys. "Someone hasn't been counting," taunts the man in front of me.

I look at him hard and say, "Who needs to count when you have brute strength," and I hit him in the head with the gun. He falls over and lies there.

I'm about to attack the next person when John jumps on me, forcing me to the ground and holding me there. I turn over and manage to get my arm out, which I use to hit him in the face.

He falls backwards and I stand quickly. I pull another person off Micheal and throw him on top of John.

I run to Micheal and pull out the knife in his hand. I turn towards the men around him. "You fuckers better get back! I will kill all of you!" I'm about to keep screaming at them when someone forces me to the ground. Claws dig into my back, causing intense pain and lots of bleeding.

"Step off, Derrick." It's John, his claw contraptions stabbing my back. I turn over and take the knife out. I warn him. "John, I'm sorry, but if you don't stand down, I will stab you." He doesn't move but looks at me in a way that says, do it. So I force the knife into his arm.

He pulls back, screaming, and I rush to Micheal and pull him up. Micheal is hysterical and doesn't speak, but mumbles. I try to carry him away but John comes back and he tries his hardest to pull me away from Micheal. I counter him and twist the knife in his arm. He bleeds even more and falls over.

I get Micheal away from them, into the bushes. He rolls over and then he lies very still. I almost think he's dead until he coughs. I turn around to leave and as I turn I hear a noise. A rustle in the bushes. A twig snaps and then it's on top of me. A fucking cougar.

It scratches me and cuts me. Blood rushes out of my face as I hold my hand over the cuts. The cougar pulls back a moment and then pounces again, it's claws digging into my chest. It attacks my face again. And then it bites into my eye.

It  closes it's jaws on my left eye, leaving one side blind. I'm screaming in pain as the cougar shrieks and falls over, a knife sticking out of its side. The blood fills my mouth and my nose. The pain must have been extreme enough to shut me down, cause I couldn't move. I couldn't feel. The pain that should be there, wasn't there. It had vanished, like my sense of control.

Micheal stands over me yelling something. I can't hear him. He picks me up in his arms and carries me to some place. I drift into a deep slumber, the sounds of Micheal's breathing dissipating.

I wake up in a warm hospital bed. Micheal sits beside me in a chair, hand cuffed. I look to him, confused. "Why are you hand cuffed?" He looks at me and says, "I killed three people. They said I could stay with you, but I have to stay chained. Once they know you're awake, I'm going to be executed."