“Cass? Oliver?” Piper called softly, hoping not to wake up Kiara who was definitely not a morning person.
She peered out of the cabin door to discover Cassandra and Oliver fast asleep on the front porch. Cass’s head on Oliver’s shoulder. At the sound of the cabin door opening and closing, Cassandra’s eyes snapped open. She sat up and blinked her eyes a few times adjusting to the light before looking up at her friend She nudged Oliver with her arm to wake him up. Oliver groaned and reluctantly sat up.
“Why are you covered in blood?” Piper asked in a worried tone.
Cassandra and Oliver glanced down at their clothes and sure enough there was scarlet drops splattered across them.
“Oh yeah about that, we had a run in with a couple of zombies, but down worry Cassandra and I kicked their infected asses,” Oliver answered and high fived Cassandra.
“C’mon let’s go inside,” Piper said.
Once the rest of the teenagers joined them in the living room, Oliver and Cassandra recounted the tale of the previous night.
“Oh my god, are you guys alright?” Piper said concerned.
“Yeah, I mean we almost both got eaten and it is a little scarring to have to bash in someone’s skull but we learned that to kill them you have to hit their brain,” Cassandra explained.
“So we have to crush a decaying person’s head?” Kiara clarified. Cassandra nodded in response. “Well that sounds fun,” Kiara commented sarcastically.
The group dispersed, Piper dragged Damien on to the porch as the sun rose over the tall trees.
“This is so wrong,” Piper whispered, “We’re killing people.”
“They aren’t people anymore, Pipes,” Damien told her, “They’re going to kill us all if we don’t fight,”
“Maybe there’s a cure! These people could possibly be helped and you want to kill them!”
Damien simply shook his head and turned away from her. He couldn’t believe her. She wanted to risk their lives for these creatures that have no chance of becoming human again. He strolled into the kitchen where Elijah was cooking scrambled eggs.
“Want some?” asked Elijah, gesturing towards the frying pan where the eggs were cooking.
Damien shook his head and brushed past him. He looked through the cupboards for something decent to eat that wasn’t dead baby chickens. He pulled out a bag of Cheetos and took a seat at the wooden dining table which was the only thing not falling apart in this house.
Elijah gave him a shocked look, “So you would rather eat artificial cheese things then my gourmet eggs?”
“Dude, you literally just cracked eggs and just them in a frying pan.”
Elijah didn’t respond and just turned away from Damien and refocused on the food.
Erin walked into the room. “Tell me that’s food I smell,” she begged.
Everyone joined the three in the kitchen. They all sat together at the table over plates of scrambled eggs. All the teens gladly dug into their meal while Damien enjoyed his cheetos. While he was stuffing his face with the cheesy goodness he noticed that Piper simply pushed the eggs around her plate.
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The Dead, The Living and The Broken
Paranormalne"I'm not dead but I'm not alive either. I just feel broken" The world is ending. People are dying. But they don't stay dead They return as corpses. Follow seven teenagers as their world is turned upside down and they are forced to kill or be killed...
