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Sam
The screams grow louder and louder, sounding almost inhuman. My eyes widen as I realise the threat: people gurgling and screaming, some of them dragging their broken limbs behind them as they sprint, heads cocked and bloody, ripped clothing, splattered with blood and black goo.
"Come on Sam! We gotta go!" Newt screams, grasping onto my arm and beginning to pull me along after him, the creatures getting closer and closer. The other group members follow suit, sprinting alongside me and Newt.
Soon, Minho and Thomas catch up to us, the inhuman monsters even closer than before. As the group powers on, I begin to fall behind, legs and back aching from the extra weight: Alex. "Come on Sam!" Minho grabs my left wrist, Newt's hand grasping the other.
"Alex is too heavy, I cant run much longer!" I shout over the screams of the undead, eyes beginning to water from the pain. The group takes a turn, through the now bustling shopping centre. I wrap my arms tighter around Alex, making sure not to bounce him as we continue to run.
"Go up here!" Thomas screams, lagging at the back to make sure we all file up the escalator, cluttered with rubbish bags and litter. Newt and Minho wrap their arms around my shoulders and help to pull me up the escalator stairs. Alex wails as he awakes from his deep slumber, my heart breaks for him, as I cannot comfort him at this current moment.
We clamber onto the second floor of the shopping centre, the creatures still chasing after us. My breath hitches in my throat as a Glader is thrown to the filthy floor behind us, his head smashes against the marble and he cries out in agony. I try to escape Minho and Newt's grip, but I cannot break free to help to poor boy, tears begin to fill my eyes as the creature sinks its teeth into him. "Brandon!" Winston screams, flailing his arms to reach for the boy writhing on the floor, trying to escape the beasts grip.
Thomas sprints over to the scene, frantically trying to pull him from the undead creature. But it is too late, the boy is dragged over the edge, smashing the glass barrier as the beast jumps through. "NO!" Winston shouts, scrambling to the edge.
Thomas harshly pulls Winston away from the brutal scene, catching up with me and the others. Frypan throws himself onto a door, sending it flying to the ground. "Holy shuck!" He grins widely, but it fades as he sees the creatures still bounding towards us, "Come on, there is bound to be a door this way!"
We all trail after Frypan, who shoves and pushes each locked door we go past. Finally, a door gives way and we all flood into a small room, a set of double doors in the corner. But it does not budge under Frypan's weight, "I will hold them off!" Winston cries, producing the gun from his back pocket, and taking aim at the crazies.
"Someone help me, it still wont open!" Frypan pants, a look of terror glinting in his eyes. Newt rushes to his aid, the two boys ramming against the padlocked door.
"We need more help!" Newt gasps, bringing his lean frame down towards the door. Minho joins in, and soon the padlock begins to grow weak. "One more big one!"
"I have no more bullets!" Winston exclaims, throwing the empty gun into the crowd, clambering over eachother to get down the small corridor. "And they are getting closer." He adds, making my heart skip a beat.
The door flies open, the three boys cheering in exhaustion. Winston turns to us and grins, but he is dragged backwards before he can turn around. I stretch my arms towards him and he grasps onto it with all of his might. "Help!" He screams, as the beasts tear away at his stomach, blood trickling onto the floor and onto my arms. Thomas rushes to his aid and helps me pull him through, I wrap my arm around his waist to help him walk, as Thomas then leans against the wall to keep the crazies away.
Frypan takes Winston from my arms and he and Newt drag him down the corridor. I pass Minho Alex from the bedsheet carrier, now soaked with Winston's blood, and he hesitantly runs down the corridor, thinking that I am right behind him. I sprint over to Thomas, who is struggling to hold the door closed, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"No Sam, you go! Ill catch up." He shouts, over the giggles and screams of the creatures, trying desperately to give me a small grin.
"Nope." I crouch on the floor, back pressed against the door.
Thomas sighs, "Okay, we need to push it as hard as we can to latch the door, then that will give us enough time to run away before they all come out." He pants in exhaustion, looking at me with fear in his big brown eyes. I nod, unable to form any words, as Thomas begins to count down: "3...2... and 1!" We both dig out feet into the sandy ground, pushing ourselves, with all of our strength, back towards the door.
"RUN!" Thomas screams, scrambling to his feet and dragging me after him, as he sprints away. I regain my footing and run with him, our hands intertwined. The door breaks off of its hinges and crashes to the ground, the creatures scrambling out of it.
A/N
So I watched a couple of horror movies, I know it's a lame excuse for not publishing this chapter... Anyway, I watched It (2017), Don't Breathe, Life (2017) and Baywatch (2017).
Baywatch was so funny, I saw Zac Efron in an entire new light - considering that I was watching High School Musical a couple of days before😂
