Accepting The End [Zombie Apocalypse]

Chapter 10

( Please Listen before watching, to set the mood for this chapter. ) 

(This is also in Izabel's perspective, to tie together that last chapter.)

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Izabel took deep breaths before approaching Shae, hours into the afternoon. She felt like the sun was burning a hole through the side of her face. There were no clouds in the sky, and Lee's truck had just ran out of gas. They were on an abandoned Highway, and there were trucks around they could leach off of. But the group decided it was best to not get lazy and actually camp out for a night or two so Lee could make a plan. 

Lee mentioned that PANOS, People Against the New Order Seattle, was not the friendliest of places. Once you were there, you got categorized into one of five Branches. The Medicinal Branch, The Brutailty Branch, The Labour Branch, The Cuisine Branch and Caretaker Branch. The Medicinal, Brutality and Caretaker branch forms teams of three to six people and send each team on missions. Lee was from into the Caretaker branch, James was from Brutality and Micheal was from the Medicinal branch. Mission groups have training and dorms together. 

"How do they categorize you?" Phalen would ask, quizzically.  

"They ask you questions based around your characteristics as a person." Lee answered.

"What do you do in the caretaker branch?" Asked Sunny. 

"Well," Lee took a deep breath, her dark brown eyes glinting, "Caretakers are basically babysitters. We see that everything gets done. That the Janitors are cleaning, the children have things to play with. When they send us out on missions, we're the ones that calm down frightened children, carry the medicine and drive the trucks. I'm assuming you know what Brutality and Medicinal workers do, then." She laughed. 

"Kill, and Heal." Sunny answered. 

Lee was going to try and keep the whole group together as one. There were more than six people, so they couldn't form a mission group. How would they stay in together. 

Izabel slowly recalled that earlier conversation, her mind was at a blank again. How come whenever she was nervous her whole body froze up. She reached out to Shae's shoulder with her spindly hand. 

"What did you see last night?" She asked as he turned towards her. She could see her reflection in his deep blue eyes.

"Lee and I woke up before anyone did. I saw Ann get killed by a zombie right next to where you were sleeping. Therefor, blood was on your hands. Lee and I  had no weapons in sight, no way to fend it off-" 

"And, the dragging?" Izabel inquired. 

"That was the creature dragging its fresh meal away to a safer place," Shae answered quietly. Izabel's stomach dropped and she felt like she was going to vomit all over Shae. She clutched her stomach. 

"Are you okay?" Shae asked, touching her shoulder.  

A hawk cawed into the dry open air, Izabel perked up and looked around. Everyone else was watching James syphon gas from a red subaru by the edge of the road. She saw Sunny had her bow in her hand. 

"I-I'm fine," Izabel said hurridly, turning out of Shae's grip, "Sunny!" She called running towards her, taking her own bow out of the truck with a quiver of arrows. 

"Hm?" Sunny asked, her face pink with sunburn, she noticed that Izabel had her bow in her hand and shrieked. 

Izabel and Sunny made their way away from the show James was putting on, to an empty silver toyota in the middle of the street, its tires blown and  dented glimmering metal shown like reflecting water. Izabel notched and arrow and bent her elbow back, matching her left eye with her right hand, took a breath and let the arrow fly, it shattered the car window. 

"Now you try." She said softly, stepping back. 

Sunny pushed her stringy hair behind her ears, her round face serious. She notched an arrow and pulled back loosley, then let it fly with out a pause, it flew over the car and caught a ray off of the sun before scratching to a hault on the street behind the car. 

"When you pull back, look at your target, then concentrate, take a deep breath, and send it," Izabel Immitated the motion with her arms. 

Following Izabel's intructions, Sunny sent two more above the car before she sent an arrow through the passenger window into the hot, baked, leathery drivers seat. It sunk into it like dough. Izabel clapped, and rested her bow, before heading away from Sunny. 

"Do you think I would've killed it." 

Izabel paused, confused before turning around, "Killed what." 

"If that was a zombie. Would I have killed it?" Sunny asked again. Her green eyes were wide with sadness, of all things. She bit her bottom lip slightly. 

"No." Izabel said bluntly, before tuning to go. 

"Teach me!" Yelled Sunny. 

Izabel turned, "I can't teach you years of practice in two days." 

"We have more then two days-" 

"No, we barely even have two days, Sunny. In two days you could be DEAD!" Screamed Izabel, in the dry air. Sunny's mouth dropped and tears gathered in her eyes. Izabel took a step back. 

"I-" Izabel stuttered, "Sorry." 

"You never believe in anyone, and you know why?" Sunny said through clenched teeth, "It's because you don't believe in yourself." 

Sunny pushed passed Izabel, knocking over the quiver and spilling the fine steel arrows onto the cracked street. Each arrow clinking into one another as Izabel watched Sunny leave for the group who were setting up tents between two different cars.  

Izabel felt her stomach reel again, and once ducking behind the silver toyota with the smashed window, her feet crunching above the fine pieces of glass, she threw up until she sat shaking in a heap of tears, snot and realization.