The last one (camren)

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"You go upstairs!" Dinah nodded hurriedly in the direction of the steps. Camila's eyes darted frantically from Dinah to the stairs, looking terrified and almost in complete disbelief at the girls suggestion.

Her voice cracked with fear, "are you serious?!" She asked, trying to reassure herself, wondering if she had heard Dinah correctly.

The taller girl looked her straight in the eyes, the invisible message instantly being transferred. Of course she was being serious.

"Go upstairs Camila," she repeated, beginning to move around, "go to my bedroom and open the window, okay?"

Camila stood, frozen to the spot. Her legs wanted to move but she couldn't; she felt paralysed.

Dinah sensed her hesitation and quickly walked up to the smaller girl, grabbing her shoulders gently, "I'll be there soon," her eyes locked onto Camila's, "I promise."

The small brunette snapped back into reality as she swallowed dryly and nodded rapidly. If she didn't hurry up, herself and Dinah would be dead.

"O-okay." She spoke, her voice coming out almost as a panicky whisper.

Once Dinah was certain that Camila was doing as she was told, the Polynesian jogged back into the front room. Passing the couch where Camila once lay, she quickly reached the fireplace where she grabbed the picture frame that was placed on the mantlepiece. She inhaled sharply, only pausing for a second to look at the photo that the picture frame held before placing it under her arm and heading into the next room; the kitchen.

The adrenaline hit her when she heard the first bang on the front door. She whipped her head to the direction of the noise, rummaging through the drawers simultaneously. Her chest began to rise and fall quicker as she turned her attention back to the supplies that she needed. She grabbed her rucksack that was lying on a nearby countertop.

Filling the rucksack with whatever supplies that she could find in the amount of time that she had, Dinah finally placed the picture frame on top of all of the supplies, quickly zipping up the bag and throwing one strap over her shoulder. A thin layer of sweat had formed on the tanned skin of the Polynesian's forehead.

Now, more bangs could be heard from the outside. And more groaning sounds.

Dinah made her way through her house again, following the same route that she had taken before, through the kitchen and the front room until she reached the front door.

A grey hand had managed to break through the wood of the door.

With shaky hands, Dinah approached the door, her right hand slowly gripping her pistol that was sat in its holster in her belt. Her left hand was outstretched towards the door as she continued to move closer.

Closer... and closer... until her hand was wrapped around the door knob.

Holding her breath, with a final prayer, the Polynesian girl threw the front door wide open, coming face to face with many of 'the Walkers'. Many more than expected.

She exhaled heavily as her left hand instinctively flew to her pistol as she unlocked her elbows, placed one foot backwards and fired the first bullet. It travelled through the air effortlessly, splitting one of their heads open, going straight through the middle.

The groans of the creatures grew louder as the noise of the gun and the smell of a human reached their senses. Two more entered the door frame.

Dinah stepped backwards, not expecting two walkers at the same time. But she was prepared nonetheless.

The pistol touched the skull of the walker to the right. As Dinah fired, her left hand released the gun and clutched a spear point knife in her utility belt around her waist. The bullet entered the creatures head as it fell to the floor, the walker to the left inching towards Dinah. But Dinah dropped her right hand and dived forwards, plunging the knife in her left hand into the temple of the second walker.