Survival

Chapter 27

Zombies came through the doors and threw themselves at us. One grabbed Ethan and killed him. They all ganged up on him.

"RUN!" Ethan screamed.

We obeyed him and ran, we burst threw the doors. I ran to the garage and grabbed the gas can.

"HEAD FOR THE CAR!" I shouted.

We started to run in the direction of the car. If we kept running this fast we would be there within ten to fifteen minutes. I knew we would, so we kept running and running. No one could breathe, and I could tell they were starting to get tired.

There was adrenaline pumping threw me, that's why I didn't stop. I could see Sara slowing down, so I ran over to her and grabbed her arm. I pulled her with me as we ran away. They were gaining on us though.

We could see the car up ahead and we all started to run faster this time. When we reached the car I quickly filled it up and got in. Sara was driving this time, and she drove fast.

I leaned onto Jacks shoulder and tried to stay awake. It was hard, I could tell we were all tired. Everyone was panting hard and the adrenaline was flushed out of us.

"Everyone okay?" Sara asked.

"I'm good." I responded.

"Me too." Jack panted.

"Same here." Taylor said with grief.

I knew why to he was sad because Ethan died. We all were, Ethan was a good person, he was sweet, kind, and loving. It was hard letting someone close to you die, especially when there practically family.

There was no where to go anymore. Everywhere we went one of us died. It wasn't safe, it wasn't fun and games anymore, it was the end of time. We all knew it too.

"Jack, where are e gonna go now?" I asked.

"I don't know." Jack said.

''There is know where to go." Taylor said on the urge of crying.

He was right to, it seemed more safe in the car than anywhere else. There was nowhere to go. I knew we are gonna all die, because where there's death well there's more death.

Sara's POV.

Why does this always happen to us, we can't go anywhere without someone dying. Where every we were someone close to us died, then everyone would grieve and not care about life. It was bull shit.

"This is dumb." I growled.

"What?" Jack asked.

"We can't go anywhere without someone dying, we all start to grieve and whine, then no one cares anymore, its bull." I said pissed off.

"But what are we gonna do, huh? We can't control it Sara, it all happens for a reason, it's life, no one can control it so we have to learn to live with it!" Amber shouted at us all.

No one said anything after that. Nobody wanted to. It was hard enough, when anyone thought about death we would want to die.

Our time faded away everyday. I could tell now, we would slowly die inside too. We became insane killing machines. If we had an opportunity to murder we would use it.