The Truth

Orange Juice Anyone?

Yeahhh it's been a really long time. Hehehe oopsie. Anyway happy summer. I don't own these characters. Also like Imma do a quick refresher, it's been a while. 

Refresh: Ben, Erica, and Warren are stuck in Yellowstone National Park. Ben, still infected from the bite by the  damned (zombie thingy), suffers from a voice telling him to give up. If he does he'll live as a giant monster, but he'd control all the monsters and stop the others. However these creatures have the ability to cause the super volcano underneath Yellowstone to blow up, causing the end of the world. If that happens the damned/fallen angels believe they would have the chance to go to Heaven (I know it doesn't work that way ). Ashley, Zoe, Chip, Mike, and Jawa (more people, not saying) for some reason want this to happen... currently the three survivors are trying to figure out what to do, before it's too late.

Now onto your not so regularly scheduled program

 "What?" I asked looking at the pasty skinny boy panting in front of me.

He simply pointed out the window and there stood about 30 people. Dressed in white cloth with a red dagger painted on it. Each held weapons ranging from guns to swords. One gripped a baseball bat studded with nails. These people didn't look like the monsters. Instead, their hair clipped nicely and faces clear of acne.

Ben dove behind the sofa and I did as well. Warren ducked behind the desk, knocking over a vase and I heard Ben audibly groan.

"Jawa's army?" I asked and Ben shrugged and peeked over the sofa. This whole thing is odd, currently we're in Jawa's section. He controls this area, and has his own army. This must be it, brainwashed civilians with matching uniforms. He instantly shrunk back inside and he whispered two terrifying words.

"They're coming."

Ben

This is a cult, like an actual cult. Jawa's got his fallen angels hunting and eating us, plus this army. Do they worship anyone... the 'it' or whoever that is.

I lifted my head and looked over the sofa again. They were heading upstairs toward the elevator. I pulled back out and hugged my knees.

"Let's go." Erica whispered pointing towards the back door. We both gently pushed ourselves up. Warren noticed and he too came I pushed down my disappointment.

Opening the door as silently as possible. I slipped out easily, Erica even better, but Warren tripped. He let out a loud shout then crashed to the ground.

"Warren!" I hissed picking him up and sprinted to the woods. Warren behind me running like a deformed Sponge bob. Erica stayed put for some odd reason. She probably knew something I didn't.

The fresh mountain air wasn't beautiful it actually hurt. Felt like I was breathing in needles, stabbing my throat and lungs. My throat felt like it was closing in. The inability to breathe making my surroundings blurry. I stumbled but Warren didn't reach for me. He continued running, further away.

"Stop fighting." She hissed her horrible voice flooding my brain. This voice wasn't British however. Erica was wrong... woah, someone write this down.

"The pain will stop." She eased and I could feel tiny invisible fingers poking my brain.

I could feel her inside me (not sexually, ALEXANDER STOP LAUGHING). Making me turn around and chase after somebody. But I cannot remember who that somebody is. I fought against these thoughts. 

"Kill her." The orders flooded my brain like rapids. Pulling everything under, drowning and killing. And now I'm caught in its grasp. This blood must of finally reached my brain, my dumb small brain.