1mgnry_Grl
"We promise to protect you, Skylar." I look at them after what Cyra said to me, and they are looking at me as if I were a damsel in distress.
I am at the corner of this room, struggling to keep my sanity while gasping for air. I keep both my hands on my ears to stop the bleeding and to block out the eerie sounds from the zombie at the same time.
I looked around and saw a lot of blood, guns, hopeless survivors, and horrible zombie faces trying to open the door.
We have nowhere to go.
I can see the determination they have to protect us and give all their strength.
The door is the only barrier separating us, the survivors, from the zombies.
"But I can protect myself," I whispered.
...and I am the only one who has the power to bring them out alive.
- 1mgnry_Grl