(Hello once again! This is my second fan-fic attempt, and I think I'll do better with this one then my last one. Please, review this and tell me your opinion. If everything goes well, I should have up another chapter soon.)
Chapter One
I shivered, sitting in my school's basement, my legs under me. I was scared, though that wasn't new. I had worried months before, when me and almost the entire school had ended up getting sick; colds, luckily. What I wasn't expecting was The Flu to hit the small town I lived in. That was what worried me.
Classes had been shut down. We were under lock-down constantly. We had meetings every day, to miss the people who are sick, and to say words for those who had passed on.
It was horrible. My school had gone from 200 students and 20 teachers, to 50 students and 3 teachers. It was a refuge, not a place of learning, anymore.
I had my pistol on my side, my father's rifle on my back. He had taught me to shoot with that rifle. Where was he now? Was he alright?
And what would happen to me and my friends? Would we make it out of this alive? There hadn't been any real scare, except for the asthma attack one of them had.
My thoughts were ripped from my mind when I heard yelling above me. I pushed myself, running up the stairs, looking around. My friends were staring shocked at the stairs, as some sort of pink huge person ran up. I ran over to them, but the second floor crashed between us.
"Shit!" I yelled, banging on the rubble.
"Tea! Get out of here, quickly!" One of my friends yelled. "Please, it's coming right for- LOOK OUT!"
Suddenly, the beast landed in-front of me, knocking me back. Before I could get up, it threw me out the door, tumbling into the road. Getting up as quickly as I could, I ran for the one place I knew I could trust: the Library.
Unfortunately, the library wasn't as safe as I had hoped. I dived through the broken glass of the door, rolling to my right. I hadn't known right then that if I hadn't moved, I would have been crushed to death. As I struggled to my feet, I heard a voice come from the stairs. "Kid! Get over here!"
I turned to look, and promptly was tossed into another wall, removing all the breath from my lungs. Another yell was heard. "Come on, Kid! I know you can get over here!"
Another toss. Another loss of breath. But this time, a bit of black was around the edges of my vision. If I wasn't out of this soon, I was going to pass out. And in this position, that would be death. Rolling to the side, I pushed myself up, running and ripping behind the man. He tossed some sort of flaming bottle. I couldn't really tell that well, my vision was getting fuzzy. All I knew, was that creature was suddenly on fire, crashed into the bookcases, and then collapsed.
And the whole time, I lay on the floor, trying to get my strength back.
'Come on, girl...hang on just a bit longer. You can do it...' A voice said in my head.
I hated when my thoughts sounded like my friends.
The man walked over, bending down and picking me up. "Come on, Kid. Let James help you out." He said, walking up the stairs, as my vision went black.