Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The wet pangs of water splashing down into a puddle awoke one of the girls lying on the floor.
She scurried to her feet, looking around, scared. "Oh god. Where am I?" She whispered. She walked around the bodies. They were all breathing.
"At least I'm not surrounded by dead people…" She sighed.
"Kiba!" Why was Kiba here? Was he captured too? How did they get here? Where was here?
A boy with red triangles tattooed on his face was beginning to sit up. "Saks. Oh god, where are we?"
"I… I have no idea. I just woke up. Should we wake everyone else up and try to figure this out?" She asked, getting on her knees to look at him. He nodded and she stood, putting her hand out to help her friend up.
The two friends walked around the bodies, waking each one up carefully.
"Where are we?"
"How did I get here?"
"Oh god, are we going to die?"
"Who are you?"
The same questions over and over. Soon, they were all awake. "Listen please!" Kiba called, gathering the attention of everyone.
"WE don't know wh-" Kiba was cut off as a voice crackled overhead, coming from an overcom.
"Hello my dear test subjects. I see you have all finally awoken."
"Who are you!?" Several of the other people shouted.
The man ignored them, and continued with what he was saying, "I have decided to do a test, on the human will to survive. You are in an old abandoned building site. I have stashed weapons and locked you all in. The outside is guarded. I wouldn't try to escape if I were you. The only way out is to survive. There are 20 of you. You are open to the weapons and whatever else you may find in this facility."
"How do you plan on measuring our ability to survive?" A girl asked. She was a rather large girl. Long oily hair, she spoke with a southern accent, and her clothes only emphasized that she was from the south.
"Well, you see, me and my fellow scientists have figured out how to… let's say, bring back the dead. You will be surviving against zombies you could say. I have four thousand zombies in this area. If you kill all of them, you survive. If you don't, well let's say it will be a closed casket funeral for you. Do you understand?"
Sakura grabbed Kiba by the hand and pressed their sides together.
"I would suggest not getting too close to one another. You never know, I would end up hurting more than it should when one of you die."
"You sadistic bastard!" Sakura yelled. She was only 19! She wouldn't die. Not here.
"I have cameras around, I will be watching at all times… Oh, there's a pile of weapons behind you, I would suggest grabbing them. There are about 100 zombies heading your way. Good luck, oh, and pinky, I would watch out. Zombies like pretty girls, I'll be sure to send some your way if you don't keep your mouth shut."
Her eyes widened and tears began making their way down her face.
"You heard him! Get the weapons! We've got to make it out of here alive." Kiba yelled.
He had always been a leader.
They ran to the stack and began loading themselves with weapons. It was only moments later when they heard the rumbling. Sakura turned her head to Kiba whose eyes were wide, filled with fear and uncertainty.
They were here.
Please guys, this is my first attempt at horror, so let me know if I should continue, this is based off a dream I had, I have plans for this but if people don't like it I probably wont continue.
With love,
~Star