Knives

Chased

We arrive to a blocked end, and Nevan is starting to gain. For some reason, he
gained speed... we need to do some more research on these things. Logs peer onto our path and, with a little girl in my arms, makes me a little bit slower.

"RUN INTO THE COMMUNITY HALL!" yelled Hunter in the distance.

"Sam? Are we going to be okay?" Joanne says while we burst through the back gates. "Sure..." I say. I guide myself to the front of the building and look for Nevan. I can see running, so I assume that's a death wish if I and check. Me and the group all head to the small hall area and hide under some rubbish from the junk yard. I place Joanne under a lousy bunk, Hunter into a broken refrigerator, and myself on top of a box pile. Nevan stirs the corner and breaks through the gates as if they weren't there. Breaches into the bunk, and spots a blanket o hair streaming out of the bank of the bunk. After he looks under, he dives in.

"JOANNE!" Hunter yells, grabbing Nevan's attention. Then Nevan takes his bloody fingers, and rips open the door, making red spray everywhere. I hold my lips under my hands and stared at the frigid that used to be Hunter's hiding spot. Than I spot Joanne the same time Nevan spot's me. We chase after her, yet I manage to grab her first. I place her in my arms and make a run into the small hall itself. Blood everywhere's. But the one thing that caught my eye, is the fact that all over the walls, it says 'NEVAn, NEVAn' in red, even on the ceiling. I put Joanne into my shirt and hoodie, then hide with her, in the walk in freezer. We both sit there. Waiting. Waiting for that door to burst, and our live to end.