The Lost: The Third and Final Chance

Chapter Sixteen

"Mom, when's dad coming home? I ask.

"Daddy will be home soon, honey," my mom sniffles wiping away her tears.

I already knew what had happened. My dad was overseas in Afghanistan.

"He's not coming home, is he?" I ask.

Her cries got harder and I started to cry. "No," she cries. She hugs me and there we were crying together.

"BRYCE!!!!" Kellin screams.

I come back to it, the zombies were right on top of us. Jessica and Kellin were beside me.

Kellin was bleeding out of us neck and Jessica was already dead.

I approach Kellin and put a bullet in his head without any hesitation as if I was in some sort of trance. I look at my surroundings and see everyone in the group was dead lying around me. I walk around each and everyone of them dating not to step on them.

Bill grabs my leg, "you could've saved all of us..." the life leaves his eyes. And there I am staring at everyone I ever met during this war with the dead.

"Bryce, wake up," Kellin kneels over me. "You've been asleep longer than the rest of us. You need to get up."

I get up and step out of a tent. It's crazy how time passes. It's been 3 months since the hotel and we've found somewhere to live, a mountain away from all of the troubles. We get 3 or 4 zombies every month. I step outside and see 17 people. I smile realizing that it's peaceful here.