Zombie Apocalypse with teens

Chapter 7

  I'm panicking. I don't know where Troy is, but I don't have time to break down and cry. I just take my anger and rage on all of the zombies, and soon, they are all dead, and I still have adrenaline to burn. They took my Troy, or he died, or there are so many other things that could have happened...I can't think about it.

  I head back inside the warehouse, where we set up a sort of camp. In the morning, I'm going out looking for wood for some posts, and 4 of us are going on a run to a nearby town to gather tools, for the fence project. We need to fix the fence, if we want protection.

  As I am inside, my mother sees my dried tears on my dirt covered face, and she says, "Clare, I don't know what happened, so please tell me sweetheart," I reply, "Mom, Troy is gone. Disappeared. We were back to back, and then I was not back to back with him, I was back to back with a zombie!" and I just break down and cry, I don't care if they think I'm crazy, I don't love him, I am too young to love, but I do feel a connection, and it hurts he's gone

-8 days later-

  We made the warehouse into a safehouse, and everything is protected. Eachday we take patrol around the fence, and take turns bringing food out to everyone. Troy was nowhere to be seen, and I am scared for him. I miss him like crazy, his sweet laugh, his overconfident personality.

  I went out to set up some more posts, and to ask if anyone wanted to come with me to a nearby farm, hopefully they had horses, or some supplies. It doesn't take long for them to decide who is coming with me. It's my 2 uncles, and Rose. The rest are strong enough to bring down a lot of zombies, so they stay behind.

  We walked up the trail, and followed whatever path there was. My uncles have been cracking jokes, in a whisper, and Rose and I have found ourselves laughing as well. We made it to the farm in no time, but what I saw had no words to explain.

  I don't care if this is crazy, or stupid, but I'm doing it. "Troy!!!!!!!!!!!!" I scream. It attracts my family's attention, and nearby zombies, but nothing too serious. They take them out, while I am running to Troy.

  "Clare, I thought you would never find me..." He's troubled to speak. "Why would you think that? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I am throwing questions and he finally puts his finger to my lips for me to be quiet. "I was going off to kill off a huge pack of zombies, and we got separated. And I got stabbed by  one of the people at camp. They exclaimed I looked like a zombie, and well, I did. I didn't want to stay, so I limped here. And no, I am not okay. I think the wound is infected,  and I haven't ate for days. Help me Clare, please."

  I have no words for what he just told me. "Troy...you had me worried sick, we have to take you back home, and nurse you back to help, don't go to sleep alright? Please!" I exclaim louder than I intended. "I don't think I am going to make it Clare, you need to understand, it was not a small wound" 

  I take a quick look at the wound, and it's infected. For sure. But I know we can help him, or at least we have to try. I will not let him die like this, no matter what.

  My uncles carry him on a makeshift bed they made from some logs and cloth, and I run up to the farm with Rose to see what things I can find. Well, as always, there is a catch. Dozens of zombies come pouring out of the small door, and all I can do is slam the door shut, and kill the nearby  zombies with Rose. We make a good team, but we start running and my uncles do the same.

  We arrive to the warehouse, and I am as quick as can be to find alcohol and a makeshift gauze out of a healing leaf I found in an earlier run. The leaf won't heal it, but it's better than having nothing.

  I put Troy on the floor, and I prop his head up with the cloth, and I lift his shirt to see the wound on his torso. It's not very big, but it is infected. And if he has any chance of surviving, it needs to be disinfected and cleaned thoroughly, but he's gonna have to do it without pain medication, or anything really.

  I give him piece of wood to squeeze, or bite, I don't know, I am no nurse, but I am as close to a nurse as we can get. I say, "Troy, listen, you need to stay still, and this will hurt like never before, but you need to stay strong, and do not fall asleep you hear me? Do not fall asleep, even if your tired." He responds, "If your my doctor, I don't mind not falling asleep, I like the view" and he adds a wink. Overconfident, as I said.

  His wink is cut short when I start cleaning the wound, I pour alcohol into a mashed up leaf and clean the wound with it. Blood starts mixing with the alcohol and I dry it with another mashed up leaf, and he is screaming, but we put a cloth so we could muffle his scream and not attract attention.

  I don't make a single mistake, and I work patiently, until it looks clean, and it has stopped bleeding. As I grab a needle and thread, (thanks to my emergency kit I always have with me), I start sewing it up, and well, he doesn't scream as much, this time around.

  I put the final mashed up leaf on with some medical tape, and wash my hands in a water bucket. I clean off all of the blood, and alcohol as best I can, and dry myself with a dry leaf. Leaves are very popular in the zombie apocalypse.

  I make my way over to Troy, and I go next to him, and just lay there. He's asleep, as I told him to rest, and I put my head on his non-wounded side. I slowly drift to sleep once more.