Chapter 1: One Blonde Brit
Emma POV
I don't know how much longer I can hide. Whose poxy idea was it to go in a train station toilet anyway? Oh right mine. Because I'm alone; alone, while those things walk around snacking on people like they're some kind of roast chicken. I saw one bite straight into a woman's face the other day. I saw a bin and I thought surely some idiot has thrown away half a burger or something. Go ahead and judge me for thinking of my own hunger while someone gets eaten but some of us don't have a gun. Or pepper spray because my tour guide took that and ran off. Yeah, frankly I thought he'd try and lead us to safety but no he takes my pepper spray and buggers off to god knows where.
She didn't suffer- the woman I mean- at least I don't think she did. It was late, probably about 6 though I don't have a watch to tell. So there were only a couple of them here at the time. You know, it didn't take long before neither of them was looking at me. I had to go for it- my lunch only lasted three days and that was at a push. Suddenly in she comes screaming her head off- "The walkers are coming! The walkers are coming!" The pair of "walkers" who were looking away are now looking right in my direction then I've ran back into the loo, just catching a couple of their mates turning up behind the woman, getting right in her face (literally) and that was that. I heard her screaming for a little bit, but not long. That's how I know she didn't suffer. It was still horrible though. God knows if that'll happen to me.
Why did I come here? I thought, you're 18 now Emma, finally you can go to New York; seeya England, I won't miss you at all. I come here and the walkers arrive on my second day, like clockwork. It kind of makes me wonder, am I supposed to die here? After all, why would it happen that the walkers turn up if they weren't here to kill me? Not that I'm saying this is all about me but it does make you wonder. Shit, someone's coming in.
I hunch my knees up by my chin and hold my breath. I don't hear groaning so unless the walkers have suddenly taken IQ boosting pills it's not them; which means it's someone who's armed. Unfortunately, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Whoever it is kicks in a bathroom door, then another and then the one next to mine. Ok, decision time- do I fly at it in the hopes I'll miss a weapon or do I beg for my life? I'm not a chicken. He kicks in my door.
"I don't have anything; don't shoot!" I say.
Being practical doesn't make you a chicken. The man in front of me, middle aged with messy brown hair holds out his hand and I let him pull me to my feet.
"Pretty hard to shoot when you don't have a gun" he smirks.
Ok so I just wrote this sort of off the bat; I haven't really edited or anything. I just wrote. Below each chapter I'll post the current party/s and who's dead or alive.
Current Party 1
Emma
Unnamed Man