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Sunday 26th November ~ 4:15am

Mark's POV: (BLOOD AND GORE WARNING I GUESS AGAIN SORRY)

I was out of breath. Exhausted. Hunched behind those store shelves with a million ways this could end badly flashing through my mind. Jack was trembling on the floor beside me.

And now Anti was walking down the isle towards us.

We hadn't been spotted, but he knew exactly where we were.

I crawled around the corner and Anti neared us, Jack right behind me. We just needed to reach the door. Start running.

I was kidding myself if I thought we'd make it but there were no other options.

My heart jumped as the door scraped against the tiles and Anti's footsteps ceased. I cleaned my neck up and caught a glimpse of a shell shocked woman, pupils pinpricks as she gasped at the corpse on the counter. She had probably only wanted to pay for gas.

She hadn't asked for this either.

"Can I help you~?"

The sight of a man with a slit throat and a bloodied knife marching towards her was enough for the startled lady to spin on her heel, sprinting from the store and screaming at the top of her lungs. Anti giggled to himself before giving chase after her.

I hated myself for feeling relieved.

"Fockin' hell." Jack breathed, still shaking as he sat back on his knees. We couldn't waste any time.

I got up from the floor and helped him stand, the store windows revealing to us the massacre going on outside. Anti was hunting the people in the gas station as though it was a game, slitting throats and ripping the knife through anyone he could get his hands on. Nothing felt real. The nausea overwhelmed my senses as I watched Anti skip through from one fleeing victim to the next. It was pandemonium.

"Mark-"

Jack's voice broke my trance, and I turned to find him doubled over - clutching a shelf as he retched - though he didn't vomit. I should've been comforting him. I knew that.

Instead all I could do was stumble back from the window.

"Shit..." I breathed. "Shit we need to get out of here now."

My eyes scanned the shelves, as though an idea would somehow jump out at me, though nothing was coming to mind and the fear was rising up in my chest and the body on the counter with the screeches outside weren't helping.

This was it.

We were going to die.

"This dude, he - he probably has a phone." Jack pointed out, straightening his stance and looking to the corpse at the checkout. With a low murmur, he then added. "-h-had a phone, anyway."

I moved around to the other side of the counter, cringing. Everything reeked of blood. Sure enough there was a phone lying face down on the tiles by his feet, which I swiped up in one motion.

The screen was cracked but it lit up as I pressed the power button.

Zero bars.

"Crap, there's no fucking signal!"

I hurled the phone at the floor, watching Jack's paled face as terror overcast his features. It was like he'd been told he had no time left to live.

"We- We could- I don't-"

"Jack-"

Jack bit his bottom lip, heaving air into his lungs as he shook his head. I couldn't stand to look at him anymore.

There was nothing I could've said.

"Wait!"

A keychain caught my eye as my gaze landed on the corpse, poking out of the pocket of his jeans, which I grabbed fast. It was a set of keys.

"He had a car."

The horror didn't leave Jack's face as I showed him the car keys.

"This - This is fucked." Jack said, letting go of the shelves he'd been supporting himself on. "We got him killed, and now we're gonna take his fucking car, I can't-!"

"I know, I know we just - We don't have any other options."

Jack opened his mouth yet didn't argue further, and I hated myself for even suggesting the idea.

"We've come too far to die here." I insisted.

Jack shook his head. All these people hadn't been a part of this. We'd gotten them killed by hiding out here.

So much blood and death.

"I think i-it's the car, around the back prob'ly." Jack said, almost in whisper. "We ran past it."

I nodded, and I walked around him to the store door. There were no other exits. We had only one way and Anti was still very present and very bloodthirsty.

"Mark, i-if we die-"

"Don't talk like that Jack."

"If we die-" He repeated, meeting my gaze. "Then I need you to know that I'm fockin' thankful. I would never have made it this far without you."

I didn't want to imagine death as a possibility. Never seeing Jack again. Causing so much grief.

It would be the worst outcome of all.

"We're going to have to run. Are you gonna be able to do that?" I asked.

Jack didn't hesitate.

"Y-Yeah."

"Then run and don't stop for anything."

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Shitty fillers are shitty. :/