The Last Star

Chapter 2~Suspended

I blink a few times trying to regain vision. Then it hits me what just happened. "Oh my god!" I scream jumping 5 feet in the air. I look around the room frantically looking for a way out. The room is completely white with nothing but a mirror. I catch glance at my self in the mirror. Which scares me even more after all having not looked in a mirror for two years it is scary. My hair is a total blonde rats nest full of sticks and such. My dear skin outfit now looking way less cool then I thought it did. Now as a new addition to the various scratches I knew I had I have a large whit scar across my eye brow. I spot the door on the far side of room. I run as fast as I can to it. SHMACK I run straight into the door, "Ugg ok this time open the door," I say to my self. I open the door prepared to bolt out of this place only to find the edge of a platform. Oh and did I mention this platform was suspended really high in the air. I dare look down and hold back a scream. Zombies, killer microwaves I can handle, but I am terrified of heights. I carefully skirt around the little building I was just in avioding the edge of the platform as much as posible.

I get to the other side of the platform and find a rope. I grab it seeing another platform in the distance. I swing with all my might in attemp to get to the other platform. I realize that only does the rope swing it is on a track of somesort with wheels so also the rope it self moves. The moment I leave the ground the woosieness of wounds come back. I hold on for dear life and just hope to get to the other side with out vomiting or falling. Sadly I'm not so lucky my swing almost makes it to the platform I try to grasp the edge with toes, but it's not enough. I start swinging back in forth no chance of getting to any platform.

In the end I just hang there in the middle. Watching my hands slip. Some people would say it's a good thing I could still hold on, but it really is not. Hanging here I have enough time to think about my death, and THAT is no fun. I'm about to just let go, and give up on trying when I hear something wissing. Someone is using a rope thing some where. It starts getting louder and louder, I realise whats going on just in time to turn around and see the suprised face of a teenageboy coming right at me. THWUMP we hit full speed, and we are sent plumeting towards the Earth.

"Grab on!" the boy yells

"Grab on to what?!" I scream the wind wissing past my ears a few more seconds and we will splat on the ground.

"To me!" he calls. I don't know wether to trust him or not, but since we are plumeting to our death I have no choice but to put my arms around him. He pulls out what looks like a black hair dryer presses a button and a hook shoots out, and grabs the nearest tree branch. We jolt to a stop with so much force I almost am forceed to let go of him. He presses another a button and we are slowly brought back up to the trees.

We climb onto a tree branch and sit down.

"What's that?" I ask pointing to the hair dryer

"It's a grappling hook. You're kind of slow aren't you"

"I just fell to my death what do you expected from me?" I groan.

"Speaking of which I think you broke my rib we'll call it even."

"Even? You just saved my life!"

"Yeah, but I gave you that," he says pointing to my scar. Suddenly I'm not so fond of this guy. "Don't look at me like that I had to." He says defending himself.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah we had to make sure you wern't a zombie. Zombies can't feel pain, and you made it pretty obvious you were hurt."

"Are you calling me weak?" I ask

"No, no I am not you survived this long. Where are my manners welcome to the camp my name is Stanley."

"Fern. And your not a zombie?" I ask only half joking.

"Do I look like one?" He asks smiling.

"I can't tell yet your kind is very sneaky."

"My kind?"

"Your zombie kind," I say then I realize something "That grappling gun why is it not attacking us?"

"Well that's simple it's powered by air pressure not electricity."

"And you got it how?" I ask wondering how he could get that when I couldn't even get a descent knife.

"Rolland, who you will meet later, used to work in the Pentagon so he nabbed some things."

The conversation becomes rather boring so I take out my trusty sort of knife, and stick into the tree and start climbing down. Holding on to as many branches that I could, so when I took out the knife I wouldn't fall.

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Stanley shows me where the latter is to get to the dinning platform. Avoiding ropes until someone can teach me. I stand in front of the door listening to the chatter inside there has to be at least 20 people in there. I prepare to meet everyone else. Stanley opens the door and all goes quiet.