YOU ARE READING

Apocalypse

Terror

This story is made up on my own. I do not take credit for anything that may seem stolen from The Walking Dead. If it seems that way, let me know. WARNING: blood and gore/violence Involved. I hope you enjoy my story! -M

Chapter nine: ~Out of here~

8 0 1

by twdfanfic7

by twdfanfic7

I looked down the 5x5 hole I had made.

"Momma? You down there?"

No one answered.

"Mom! Joyce it's Hana!"
"Hana?"

Mom looked up the hole.

"Hana is that you?"
"Yea mom it's me!"
"Where were you?"
"Trapped on the roof next door!"

We had to kinda yell back and forth, to communicate.

"For a day?"
"Yes! Dad's up here too."
"Get down here!"

Dad started talking to mom.

"And how in the heck are we supposed to do that?"
"I don't know but, I just looked out side and there's a Hurd coming our way!"
"Like a Hurd of biters?"
"Yea. We have about 5 minutes to get out of here."

We were panicking. we made the hole a little bigger. Then both jumped. We had no time to worry about how falling on our butts hurt. We all gathered what we needed as fast as we could. Then piled into the car. We drove fast. We were on the move.Again. I watched as we drove. Far away we went. Again.