Hiding From the Dead

Chapter XV

Hiding From the Dead: Chapter XV

Bree's P.O.V:

I didn't know if to kill every single person that had to do with my brother's kidnapping, or to fall on the floor and cry until I couldn't breathe.

After Ricky cut our ropes with the knife he had in his pockets, we started walking. We took the bags with the guns and left everything else on the pickup truck because we couldn't use it anymore.

We all cried on the way, even the boys, that seemed to be strong, were shredding some tears. We headed towards the trees where we saw them take the kids.

Not even one word came out of our mouths until we saw car tracks. The mud tracks headed towards the right of the street so we followed them. It was not long, after we saw something on the street... or better saying... someone.

Ricky took out a gun and pointed at the man. He had flaming red hair, green eyes and freckles all over his face. He seemed like he was in his early 20ties. He reached out his hand like it was going to save him from a gunshot.

"Wait! Wait! Don't kill me, please!" He said. I tried to see what was wrong with him. Why is he on the floor? That's when I saw blood coming out from his thigh. At first, I thought he got bit, but then I saw it was a bullet wound.

"Give me a good reason not to!" Ricky screamed. He was so mad they had taken Vale from him, I was scared he would even kill us if we made him mad.

"I know where the kids are. I'll tell you." That was enough for Ricky to lower the gun. We were about to question him, but on the distance, we started hearing growls.

"Oh, shit." Liam said. "Grab him! Grab him!" I looked at the distance and saw zombies running towards us. Shit.

Liam and Ricky took the guy from the floor and we started running. The guy was trying to run so we wouldn't stay behind, but he couldn't.

"Over there. There's an abandoned house. We'll lose them." The guy said, pointing towards the trees. I really hope we lose them, or we'll end up dead.

We ran towards the wooden house and hid in one of the rooms. It seemed to be abandoned since way before everything happened. We all stayed quiet, listening for any sound. We heard a growl. Only one growl.

As soon as we heard it, we sat against a wall, below the window. We heard the growl again. It was walking outside. I put my hand on my mouth, trying not to breathe loud. I looked at Liam, who put his index finger in his lips, shushing silently.

After a while, we stopped hearing the growl. I looked at Liam, who looked at the guy.

"Where are the kids?" He whispered. The guy looked at us all.

"At our safe place. But it's guarded. We have to go at night."

"What? Are you telling me I have to wait until night to get my brother?!" I asked him, desperate. "I can't wait that long!" I didn't mind screaming. Fuck the zombies. Fuck everyone. I want to get my brother.

"We can go now, if you want to get killed. I'm telling you. I lived in that place before all this. I only brought my friends to keep them safe. But I know all the ins and outs and everything is guarded. We have to go exactly at 7 when they change turns." He told us and I was about to go crazy. What if my little brother's hurt? What if they kill him?

"If it's your place, then what were you doing in the street?" Liam asked what I was wondering, but I was too busy about to kill someone to even ask.