"Careful." James' eyes sparkled.
Breathe. There are no rockets in that rocket launcher, I told myself.
Then the next train of events crashed onto me so fast I wasn't sure what was happening; reality was disorienting to me.
I remember that first, a bullet hit James' finger, sending the launcher in his hand to point at the roof—right as his hand pressed the trigger.
And I'll never forget what happened next.
The rocket hit the roof. Silence.
Then chunks of the roof started falling, causing a chain reaction. The roof began to fall on us.
I froze—my joints locked as my doom fell to me.
"EVAN, GET OUT!"
A warm hand clamped over my wrist, and my head snapped around to see Abigail.
Our eyes locked. My heart pounded as I looked down at our hands—connected.
Then she tugged me out of the way.
Just as a piece of the roof crumbled and fell to the ground with a crash. Storms of dust rose around us.
Abigail pulled me up. "Go!" she yelled, coughing.
Together, we ran out of the collapsing room.
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Despair
ActionA zombie apocalypse that is overturning, killing and ultimately destroying the world shouldn't be something that kids (teens) should need to handle. Yet that is exactly what Evan, a young 12-year-old with his life ahead of him needs to face. But no...
