H1Z1

Found (Chapter Three)

H1Z1

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Found (Chapter Three)

Julia's P.O.V.

“Julia, over here, Liz needs bandages she’s bleeding badly.”

“Hold on Jania, I will be there in a sec.”

Jania turns towards me with a far-off look in her eyes, “Do you think my sister is okay?” She asks hesitantly.

“Of course Jania, I’m sure Vivienne is fine,” I assure her even though I barely believe it myself.

She nods briskly before turning to the side, her dark blonde curls hiding her eyes, it doesn’t matter, I can still see the tears drip down her face. I watch her shoulders shake with sobs, it breaks my heart and I want to comfort her, but I have to help Liz first.

“Liz,” I whisper in her direction, “Elevate your leg,” she nods, tears pouring down her face like a waterfall. I wince as I take a look at her leg; it seems to be infected, nothing like the diseased outside us, but painful nonetheless. It is bruised and cut open, blood and clear liquid gushing out. I reach to my side, grabbing a bandage and try my best to help her.

Jania screams from behind me, I turn my head, expecting the worst, but she looks as if she is…smiling? I frown, confused at her change in expression from her earlier crying self. I look around the room searching for what is making her so happy.

“Oh my god Julia,” she yells, “I see Vivienne!”

“Where,” I shout, whilst turning my own head around, frantically searching everywhere in my view.

“She’s by the door of the school with Rose!”

“Thank god,” I whisper under my breath. People open the door, giving them entrance, but they seem to be sobbing.

“Meline’s still out there,” Rose cries. “Ryder, Jonas, David, and Kyle too, we have to help them.”

I nod quickly before turning around to grab a black hoodie, masking my platinum blonde hair; I don’t want to attract attention to myself.  I whisper for a few others to follow me, as I head to the door. Almost immediately I spot them, they are running away from a horde of about 45 zombies. Attacking the ones who get to close, but it is no use, without a place to go they are doomed.

I yell in their direction, cupping my hands around my mouth to make the sound travel further, “Over here, hurry up!”

They turn their heads towards me and I can see that Ryder is limping while another holds him upright. I hold the door open wide, as soon as they get close, and I shove them through, slamming the door shut behind them. They stop to catch their breath, while others around me help as I barricade the door. Ryder opens his eyes as I let my hood fall, revealing my identity, I see him smile widely before he loses consciousness.

The Next Morning…

Everyone is happy to see more survivors arrive, we talk together, and I spot Jania and Vivienne holding each other, sobbing loudly. I miss my sister; I’m guessing that Meline and Rose miss their sisters too. I walk over to where they sit to talk to them, ready to hatch a plan.

“You guys I whisper, “Come over here to talk to me,” they give me a weird look before they nod. I see Ryder turn in our direction and begin to limp to our direction. I shake my head, no, but he ignores me. He nears us and asks us what the problem is, I start talking in description about feminine issues so he can leave us alone, it works.

Taking the opportunity I grab the arms of Rose and Meline, “Follow me,” I say in a hushed voice, they nod. We walk across the school to a secluded corner, our weapons still in hand. I start to talk to them in depth about my plan, every step of the way they nod, excitement growing in their eyes, we are about to walk back to the group when I see Meline and Rose being tackled in front of me, a rag covering their mouths. I reach to help them, but a rag covers my mouth, it smells thick of chemicals and I try not to breathe. After a minute or so, possibly seconds, my lungs give out, I take a deep breath, I wince due to the fact that my nose burns as the scent fills my body.

“I should just sleep,” I whisper, “Everything will be better if I sleep.” With those words my whole world disappears, the feel of the cold tile floor is the last thing I remember before all my senses wash away.