How can I let go of someone I just tried to kill anyway? The door swung open, but I ignored it. It could be a damn zombie and I'd probably let it bite me right now.
"(Y/N)."
Mack. Mack Lee Thompson. My brother. My only sibling. Addison's future husband. I released Warren from my death grip, getting back up to reality. I tripped over the unrecognizable face of a Z, but Mack grabbed my elbows.
The man pulled me up and held me close to his chest. My fingers have never gripped his jacket this tight before.
"You're okay, (N/N)."
Gradually, Mack bent down and picked me up like a bride to carry me out of that death scented place. I never want to come back here. No matter how many times I try not to do it, I always end up staying on top of the Z.
Nothing stops me when I repeatedly stab it over and over. That's why I refuse to use a gun. What if I go into that Freak Mode and not be able to stop shooting? No doubt I'll kill someone I love, someone will get hurt, or I'll waste those bullets.
Somehow, Mack got me back on the truck and sat me down beside Cassandra. They spoke in front of the truck about the next move, but I just ignored them all. I leaned my head back, closing my tired (E/C) eyes.
Life for a 16-year-old is suppose to be Hell. Hell because the new phone my parents just bought me broke. Hell because my parents won't let me go to the biggest party of my high school years.
Hell because my brother punched the jock that was trying to do something bad to me. Hell because my best friend ruined my relationship with my boyfriend so she could be with him. It shouldn't be Hell, because I haven't ate for three days.
It shouldn't be Hell, because I can't physically control when I go into a vicious mode. It shouldn't be Hell, because I'm mentally and physically exhausted. It shouldn't be Hell, because I ache every night from hunger.
It shouldn't be Hell, because I almost got bit by a Z from trying to saving a dying human. Like everyone else, I want a normal life but the universe has other plans for us humans, I guess. Suddenly, multiple piercing gunshots were heard from behind me.
When my eyes shot open and my body shot forward onto my knees, someone grabbed my hand, stopping me from moving any further. Cocking my head to the side, the chocolate orbs tried to be as comforting as she could lead to be.
"The baby turned." Was all Cassandra said before letting go of my shaking hand.
That's too sad. I wanted to name it. A short while they all came back us; Mack and Addy getting back to the truck with Murphy leading them.
"What about California? What about the vaccine? What if it's real? What if there's a chance? And what if it's you?" Addy's voice was sharp like a razor as she spoke to the strange man.
Vaccine? Chance? Automatically, I went to the opposite side of where Cassandra was sitting and leaned over the ledge. I made grabby hands for my brother to notice me.
Mack smiled, walking over to me and leaned close to whisper in my ear, "This guy has been bit eight times and survived. His blood is important."
Hesitantly, I nodded my head, crawling back over to Cassandra. Him? Be a cure?
"How does anybody know anything anymore?" Charlie asked, on the verge of giving up right here, right now.
"Delta-Xray-Delta." A static voice popped up into their conversation.
Where did that come from? My eyes scanned over the bedding of the truck, just seeing if it came from Cassandra and I. Nothing. I craned my head back to look at the building. Hammond must have been the one to get shot along with the baby.
Charlie held up a finger to the rest of the group before jogging back into the old educational building. He came back out with a black radio with a red substance dripping off of the bottom of it.
Blood. More than likely it is blood. Charlie didn't know what to do it seemed like so he handed it to Addy, who knew everything about radios, frequencies, and electrical issues.
"Hello?" She tried out.
"I copy you, Delta-Xray! This is Northern Light. Who am I speaking to?"
"Addison Carver." She seemed a little to hesitant to give out her name to a strange man over a radio.
"Okay. I need to speak to Lieutenant Hammond."
"Hammond's dead." Addy stated, proving my theory about Hammond and the baby.
The person didn't speak for a moment, but when he did, he kept up the formal voice, "I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't copy that, Delta-Xray. Did you just say that Hammond is dead?"
"Yeah." Addy confirmed.
"Is the package safe?"
They all looked between each other, hoping one of them knew what the 'package' was. No one knew.
Warren grabbed the communication device from the young woman, "Package? What package? Who is this?"
"Listen." The guy seemed to try and be more dominant than Warren--good luck with that--, "I need to speak to whoever's in charge."
We all looked around, again, until we all directed our attention to the clear, before-Hammond leader: Charles Garnett.
"You are." Warren clarified for Charlie, still looking around for a leader.
"This is Sergeant Garnett of the National Guard. Who is this?"
"Sergeant Garnett, Lieutenant Hammond was transporting a civilian named Murphy to California. Is he alive?"
He's avoiding the question of who he is. For all we know he could be a fake; he could've tricked Hammond. So, Murphy is Mr. Important's name?
"Yes. He's still alive."
"Good. Good. Are you aware of Operation Bite Mark?"
'Operation Bite Mark'? Is that because of the many bite marks over Murphy? I got back over to the side where everyone was, poking my head in between Addy and Mack. I found myself traveling my sight over to the dirty looking Murphy.
He looks like a Murphy.
"Do you mean the lab in California?"
How does Charlie know about it?
"Yes! Yes! Listen to me! It's imperative that you get Murphy to California. I repeat--."
The radio just shut off like a phone's display went out. Well, that was, uh, something new. Radio was hit twice before it donned on Charlie what had happened.
"It's dead. Damn it!"
"So, it looks like we're taking Mr. Congeniality here to California."
"Says who?" Murphy snapped, trying to defend the right that he has an opinion and say so for what happens to him.
His opinion is invalid and so is him wanting to go somewhere other than the directed location.
"Says me." Charlie growled, stepping up closer to the ignorant man.
A threatening aura moved around the Sergeant, begging Murphy to refuse one more time. Our boss ain't playin' anymore. After a moment of them testing each other's dominance, we all loaded back up.
"Are you going to be okay on the back by yourself?" Mack asked as Cassandra moved to get inside the passenger seat next to Doc.
Warren, Murphy, and Charlie seemed to be getting into the Tahoe that Hammond's mates use to drive.
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Don't Be Scared
Adventure"My heart dropped for a single moment before I remembered who I was and what I've done for the last three years. My name is (Y/N) Thompson, survivor of the zombie apocalypse since the beginning." ° ° • First rule, you can't be scared and don't show...
