S.O.S Society of survivors

38- Medicine

Allison's pov

Jordan's leg was twisted in a unnatural angle, it was dark, we were being chased by zombies, in the middle of the woods.
No idea where we are or where to go.

Great. Absolutely perfect.

I dragged Jordan over to what I think was a bush and hide behind it. He hisses in pain and reaches for his leg.

" we're gonna die. " I whispered. " There's no way we can get back before the zombies get us. "
There was no way Jordan could walk or even limp his way back to camp with his leg like that. I doubt I could lift him and carry him for long.

" No" he said " We're not gonna die, not you at least. " I looked at the shadow of a body in front of me with confusion.

"What?"

" Listen Ally, you can make it back, I would just slow you down. I can distract the zombies and you can go get the medicine . "

" No. I'm not leaving another person behind. Not again. "

" Ally you didn't leave anyone behind. "

"No." I said in a loud whisper " I left Justin behind, I left Mike behind , I'm not gonna leave you . You can bicker with me all you want but I'm not going anywhere. "

Jordan was silent for a while before finally sighing in defeat " well then we better figure something out. "

"Easy" I said " we just wait. "

" hear anything ? " Jordan asked.
I shook my head no. I slowly stood and looked around. No zombies.
The sun's light peaked through and we could see again.

I lifted Jordan bridal style and started of in a random direction.

"You are not comfortable at all." Jordan said squirming as I carried him. " Well you are almost a foot taller then me. "

" I forgot how short you were. "
" I will drop you. "

" Can you hurry up I'm hungry. "
" Jordan I swear I will drop you and make you crawl back. "

" I just want some food! " Jordan said being dramatic. I rolled my eyes.

I heard a groan and froze. Jordan's hand gripped tighter on my arm.
"Ally" he whispered " I think that was a zombie. "
"No dur Sherlock."

The sounds of off beat footsteps sounded louder and closer then I would like them to be. Then they stopped.

I placed Jordan down and slowly turned around. A zombie stood in front of us not even 20 feet away. They just stared at me.

I grabbed my machete and stood in front of Jordan who had a knife in his hand.

The zombie stopped looking at me and scanned Jordan over.

" Fuaid. " it groaned. " Fuaid. "
I gripped my machete tighter.
It hasn't moved.
It just stared at us.

" What in the world is it doing? "
Jordan asked. I just shook my head.

The zombie stared at Jordan
" Fuaid, Werild. "

Then it lunged.
It ran at me black oze dripping from its mouth.
I swing my machete and it ended up slicing through one of its fingers. It's others hand reached out towards my neck trying to wrap around it.

I elbowed it in what little ribs it had left, however I forgot that it was a decaying body and my elbow went right through it.

"That's gross!" I yelled.