Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Caprice's  view

    My ankle kills due to my bite it also has been burning like hell. Also like yesterday morning I tip-toed out to the balcony only to see Shaylyn and Jaymes cuddling on the balcony and I just facepalm.

      We just eat cereal again in the morning  but today instead of just hanging out I hear a noise in the basement so we go and check what it is.

    We walk down the creaky old stairs into our basement. I notice the tiny detail that instead of holding my hand Jaymes holds Shaylyn's?! We just keep walking and the stairs keep creaking. When we get to the end of the stairs Shaylyn says " Stand back " " NO you taught me to fight remember" I say fine she replied. I hear a moaning noise I gasp "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Jaymes says and I shut up, All of a sudden a zombie pops up in front of us  and we scream. And run up stairs. Shaylyn slams the door and we all sigh a sigh of relief. But all of a sudden a something pounds in the door " AHHHH!!!" we all scream " GO GRAB MY BAG UPSTAIRS IN THE ROOM" Shaylyn yells at me. I run up the stairs and grab the bag. When I come down Shaylyn says " Let's have dinner" and she goes to make pasta and then we eat our dinner

    When we finish dinner Shaylyn tells me to sit back down and I do " We need to leave tomorrow" she says " WHAT?!?!" I yell " the house is infested soon they'll break through that door tonight pack everything you want just in a small load we're not mules remember that, and be quiet if they angry or annoyed or agitated we're dead meat, literally" She saysand I run up the stairs crying and slam my door shut and burry my head in my legs and cry.

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    I hear a knock on my door " Caprice?" I hear Jaymes say through the door " come in" I tell him.

"Listen I know this house is all you've ever known, It's the same for me. But we can't stay here anymore it's impossible. I know I'd rather leave and live on than stay and die. Plus you've been bitten once we don't you getting hurt again, think of this whole thing as…. an adventure" He tells me and I decide to lay my head on his shoulder and think and we sit there for a long time me thinking and him patting my head like we used to do when Mom and Dad would fight and soon I drift into sleep.

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