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Chapter Three

Author: Khalila
last update Last Updated: 2022-09-13 03:46:36

"Ethel!!!" I heard my name but I couldn't move. I felt my heart beat faster. "Eth!!!" The voice screamed over the noise but I still couldn't move.

An arm wrapped around mine as I felt tugging "Eth we have to leave!" She dragged me as I stumbled a bit finally feeling my legs. The stairs was crowded. We couldn't use the elevators because they where shut down. Bullets where flying everywhere and we had to leave now.

We ran down the stairs which wasn't easy at all as everyone was trying to evacuate the building. Elise was right in front of me as she let go of my hands.

"You have to keep up Eth!" She said as she ran with me behind her trying to catch up.

The people in the first floor jumped up as we poured down running for the front door. They all jumped up alarmed as they also tried to run. I watched as a man crushed a little girl who was trying to run away and it wasn't a funny sight.

I wish we never made it here. I know pointing fingers isn't right but this wasn't the best choice we made today. As I watched Gary change and become a flesh eating monster, one thing was on my mind. Am I next?.

We ran out of the hospital and outside wasn't any better. Cars where everywhere and driving too fast to care if they run someone over. I tried to locate the car but it was impossible with the number of people pouring out of the hospitals.

"What do we do now?" Elise sounded so scared.

"I think.... We should go back to the hotel El it's the only shelter we've got" she nodded as I took her hands and we ran towards the hotel

The streets where messy . A lot of dead bodies where scattered on the road but luckily non where awake. We ran through stores where people where looting a lot of food some where breaking glasses and having fun which made me a little bit mad. Kids.

The hotel lobby was empty and we used the stairs. The place was messy but luckily no sick people attacked us. We finally made it to our room and I was too tired to comprehend as I fell backwards and closed my eyes.

"Jesus... Eth we're doomed" Elise said as she fell beside me.

"Tell me about it" we stared at the ceiling in silence.

"The news let's check " she said

"Yeah " I sat up and took the remote control as I flipped through channels. Finally we came across one and they said emergency shelters where being set up in different schools and industries. Buses are everywhere picking people up.

"Should we try?" Elise said.

"I think so I mean what do we have to loose" I forced a smile which she returned. "Fuck! I need a shower" I stretched and she laughed.

"Yeah we smell like blood" I shook my head as I made my way to the shower.

∞. ∞. ∞.

The night wasn't an easy one. I woke up a lot of times sweating from nightmares. The events of the day kept replaying in my head like a fucking movie.

I looked at my side and Elise was sleeping peacefully. At least she can sleep. I sat up on my bed and walked to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and looked at the mirror. My face was red and pale. My eyes had heavy bags beneath them and I looked too sleep deprived.

" You ok?" Elise asked with worry in her voice. I turned and I saw her standing by the door.

"Yeah .... I'm good " I smiled picking up a tooth brush "are you?" She nodded as she stood beside me looking into the mirror.

"We look like shit " I laughed

"Yeah and we actually do look like twins"

"Yeah except I'll never pierce my nose and my belly button and never ever have red hair" she said with a smile.

"Hey! People call this look hot" she shook her head as we brushed our teeth.

"You know.... Sometimes I wish we where identical" she said spitting into the sink.

"Yeah it would be sick. We can exchange " she nodded.

Honestly it would've been cool. I look like my mum and she looks like our dad. I was shorter and had caramel coloured skin with long curly hair. Elise on the other hand was 6ft , whiter and had straight perfect thick black hair.

Her lips where thinner and she had a model shape. Well my lips are full and I had more skin but when you look at us, you'll know we are twins.

"Do you think the shelter would be safe?" She asked

"I don't know El... But we can't stay here . I think we are safer with a lot of people around" she nodded as we both began to pack.

"Do you ...." Her voice became smaller "do you feel bad we left Gary yesterday?" I sighed as I looked at her.

"I do feel guilty El but we couldn't have saved him" she nodded and continued packing.

He was already gone he was a flesh eating monster there's no saving him.

"What if we run into more sick people" she asked.

"Then... We kick thier asses " she grinned and nodded as she tied her shoelace. "We'll use bats or sticks. I think bashing would do the job"

"Nice plan "she said as we packed. We where fully prepared as we walked out of our room. We walked slowly pulling our suitcases along as we looked left and right all the time Incase a sick person was hiding in the shadows.

The streets where less busier than the previous day. But e everything else was the same. Smoke was rising from some buildings and some cars where burnt while some where just there.

We then heard screams coming from behind us and we began to walk faster.

"We better hurry" Elise said and I nodded as we began to pull our suitcases. We kept walking for like five minutes as we saw people with bags and suitcases gathered. As we got closer, we realized it was a bus stop. We walked closer and I asked one of the people

"What's going on ?"

"The busses are used to transport people to shelters" I nodded and looked at Elise.

"Guess this is our stop"

"Oh thank God" she sighed .

We stood in line as we heard a bus roar by. The bus was only half full guess this is my lucky day. We got on the bus and looked for where to sit.

"Sorry I don't have change" I told the driver as I got on

"Don't worry it's free" he smiled and I nodded returning the smile. The seats where all occupied so we had to stand.

The bus driver announced we would be going to a high school just around the corner and if you wish to go to a industry or another shelter you'll have to wait for the bus.

"Buses make me sick" Elise said as she looked around.

" I know ... But we have no choice ma'am" she cracked a smile. The bus took as sharp turn and I felt my elbow hit something and I fell backwards into someone's lap.

"I'm so sorry " I said as I scrambled off the person's lap.

"It's ok " the person who was obviously a guy said. I turned to look at him and he was a decent looking guy with short black hair. He had broad shoulders and his eyes where dark brown he looked real good.

"I'm Jake" he smiled at me and I returned it .

"I'm Ethel and that is Elise" I said pointing towards Elise who was smiling brightly. This girl and handsome men.

"Ethel... That's a nice name" he smiled

"Thanks Jake isn't too bad" he let out a dry laugh.

"Thanks I guess" I said with his brows arched. "Which shelter are y'all heading to?"

"I think the highschool" Elise answered

"Yeah me too seems safer and more Legit" I laughed at this.

"Yeah that's true" I said. "So .. you live here?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah grew up here"

"Nice I guess" I said

"You're alone?" Elise asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Well yeah my parents well got sick" and my heart sunk.

"Oh my sorry" Elise said

"Nahh it's fine " he said ."so zombies .... Are actually real" he said obviously trying to change the topic.

"Zombies?" I scoffed "that's just ridiculous".

"Well how can you explain it" he said with his brows arched

"Well maybe it's rabies" I said and Elise nodded.

"Well they're only Zombies if they're dead are they dead?" No one answered because we where all hoping the same thing l. Especially for the sake of Jake. His parents well damn.

The bus came to a stop and we all dropped down from the bus dragging our heavy luggages with us. We where ushered to a line where they took out temperatures names and asked us questions about our health.

They also checked for scratches or bites.

We followed the party of people through the large door. Some people where screaming behind us which was scary but not new. Nothing scares me anymore.

I was almost knocked down when some people rushed past me.

"They snuck in a sick kid!" A woman screamed.

"Get him out!" The boy looked really young and his mother was bawling her eyes out as she struggled with the workers.

"My boy! You can't do this!" She cried "please!!! He's all I have!" My eyes became hazy as I watched the woman fight for her son."take me!"

I watched as she clung to her son and let out a shrilling scream as he bit her hands but she didn't let go. The people strapped them both and wheeled them out.

"Fuck" Elise said beside me.

"Yeah... Fuck".

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