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"RUN! BOMB!" I yelled desperately at Bella.

BOOM!

A familiar voice, screaming.

"BELLA! NO!" I yelled.

Bellatrix...Gone...

I held back tears. Forget tough. Forget strong.

Forget being the saviour.

Forget being there for my girlfriend.

She was gone.

The paramedics were checking the cuts and bruises on my face and arms.

"We're you bitten? ANSWER HONESTLY!"

I felt like yelling back. My girlfriend had just died, you inconsiderate bastards! I thought angrily. Instead, I said "No, I wasn't. I shot one of the infected. The other was shot by...by... B-B-Bell..." my voice trailed off. The one who had asked me sighed. "He's lying. He's been bitten. Otherwise he wouldn't be stuttering."

"No, he misses the girl. Probably a sister or loved one." A single tear escaped my eyes and slid down my face.

"Bullseye." I said in a whisper.

"Big crush?" The first one sneered.

"Girlfriend." I said icily.

"Bill, don't be so hard on him! Sorry, lad," he added, to me. "old Bill here can be quite the bully ("Shut up, Jack."), he never had a girlfriend, dislikes kids and, unluckily for him, chose the wrong form and signed up to be a paramedic instead of a hospital chemist." He suddenly looked sympathetic. "I am so sorry. I know what it's like to lose someone close to your heart. My twin sister... She died of lung cancer when she was twelve. My mother's boyfriend smoked so much it gave poor Lydia cancer. She was so mad at him for smoking in private near her daughter that she broke up with him and still hates him to this day. And I still miss Lydia, despite this happening ten years ago. Don't worry, young man. I'm sure she wouldn't want you to grieve."

'It's hard not to,' I thought. 'Poor Bella...'

I blinked hard. Maybe she's alive, maybe she went out the door the infected officer came from. Maybe she climbed through the hole in the roof that the woman broke through. Maybe she somehow survived.

But she screamed.

So maybe I need to accept that she's probably dead.

As the ambulance drove away, sirens blaring, I looked at the place where the time bomb had hit.

There was no more classroom.

Debris was everywhere. Splintered wood, sticking out at odd angles. Shattered glass, stuck deep into wood, walls and...

A very familiar foot clad in a dark green converse sneaker. A bloody shard of glass was stuck through it.

I sighed sorrowfully.

She hadn't made it out.

Then her foot twitched.

Before I knew what I was doing, I threw open the back doors of the ambulance and ran as fast as I could to the building, cringing in pain with every step as the small pieces of wood and debris dug deeper in my feet and legs. The front gates slowly came into view.

I was almost collapsing with exhaustion.

But I had to keep going.

I had to save her...