Okay sorry for not updating sooner I forgot I was actually going on a family holiday? Oops? But luckily I come prepared with a chapter I mostly wrote a while ago but quickly edited it up for you guys!
I won't be able to update for a week but when I come back I'll have a bunch of chapters for you guys :)
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The Bite's a Killer
Her dreams were full of flashbacks.
Flashing images of walkers
Flashing images of her mother.
Rebecca being eaten alive.
Blood.
Wounds.
Staring into dead eyes.
Simon.
Simon's eyes were full of anger, rage, heartache. "It's all your fault! You killed her!" He bellowed. Clary was shaking.
She stepped back, whimpering. "I didn't mean to Simon! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Clary woke up, bed sheets tangled around her legs. Her hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead and felt her heart almost beating out of her chest. She was in a unfamiliar room. Where was she? Windows were covered up and the only light was candlelit. She heard whispers. Maybe they weren't whispers by just muted slightly because it was outside the door.
"...they have a shit load of food Izzy," A voice said. "We should just take it and dump them out on the streets."
"Jace!" The other voice sounded horrified. "We can't just do that! We need to take them in!"
"That's a terrible idea."
"We can't leave them out...there! Well whatever we'll talk about it later. I'm going to see if the girl is alright." Clary heard a grunt then loud footsteps and soon enough the room door was opened. A tall girl walked inside. She seemed familiar. Of course she was familiar she was the girl from the supermarket. "Oh good you're awake," she said. "If you were gonna sleep anymore I would suggest it would be a coma!" Clary stumbled back.
"W-who are you?! Where am I?!" Clary croaked.
"Ssh, you're alright," The girl said calmly. "Everything's okay. You've been sleeping for a couple days. You most likely had a concussion-"
"Simon!" Clary cried out.
"You're lucky we were here to be honest," The girl told her. "You'd both be dead without our help." The girl walked over and placed her hand on Clary's forehead. "You seem slightly warm, I'll get Magnus to check up on you."
Clary started to squirm and knocked Isabelle's hand away. "Where's Simon?"
"You need to stay here-"
Clary started to thrash her arms and legs, calling out for Simon. The girl tried to calm her down but failed to as Clary was so overwhelmed that she kept ignoring her. The girl finally gripped Clary's wrists and held them tightly. "Calm the hell down!" she told Clary with a serious tone.
Clary struggled out of her hold but found it difficult to. "Where's Simon?! Tell me where he is!" Clary demanded. Tears stung her eyes and desperately wanted to wipe them away.
"Ssh, he's safe. He's just in the other room," She replied with a more calmer voice this time.
Clary tried to get out of bed. "Well I need to see him-"
"I don't think now is a good time, he's not very….. stable," The girl warned her while she gripped Clary's wrists tighter.
Clary was confused. She just wanted to see Simon, to make sure he was fine and okay. Even though no one ever will be okay, she just wanted to see how he was holding up. "Please!" Clary sniffed.
"Isabelle just let her see him," Clary stopped thrashing and calling out and saw the golden haired boy stand at the doorway. Now she could fully see him she noticed his high cheeks bones, his narrow mouth and glazing amber eyes. He still wore all black, but different clothes to what he wore when she first saw him. Clary wondered how long she'd be asleep. Was it hours? Days?
Isabelle let go of her wrists and Clary darted out of the room to Simon's. She opened the door to see Simon sitting up against a single bed with his head buried in his hands. He was crying.
"Simon?" Clary's voice was low. She quietly walked over to Simon and sat beside him. Simon held his glasses with his fingers and slowly lifted his head up as Clary sat with him. "Simon?" Clary repeated. For a couple moments they were silent. Clary comforted Simon, rubbing his back slowly as he cried a little more.
"Clary," He finally said. "She's gone, Rebecca's dead."
Clary sucked in her breath and felt her stomach twist. This was her fault. Clary could of protected her, but didn't. "I…Simon," She couldn't get the words out. She couldn't talk.
She's known Rebecca for as long as she's known Simon. Now another person in her life has been taken by the bite. Clary didn't know whether to be sad or to be angry. She was sad because of Rebecca yet anger flooded through her because of the plague. Why did this happen? What did Clary do to deserve this? Did Simon deserve having all his family taken from him?
"Simon, we have each other okay? When I l-lost my mom I never felt so alone in my life. I wanted to die. I had no family or even friends. I was alone. But then when I saw you and Rebe-your sister I saw a beacon of hope you know. I found my best friend. He's alive and well and I'll have family again." Clary took Simon's hand and held it firmly in hers. "Promise me to never leave me," She looked at him straight in the eye. "Promise."
He wiped a tear from his eye. "I promise." He sniffled.
"Pinkie swear?" Clary held out her pinkie finger.
Simon scoffed. "Do we have to do this?" Clary nodded. "Okay fine," They locked pinkies and smiled. All they had was each other, two best friends, practically siblings, in a world that has crumbled so fast it was hard to keep up. Clary laid beside Simon, resting her left leg over on Simon's right. Her head on his shoulder just like old times. "So where are we?" Clary finally asked.
"After you passed out and Rebecca...well you know, they lifted you both out of the store. They killed all the walkers insight. I got out of the truck and saw them and told me what happened. One of girls, Isabelle, drove to a factory. They took you both to rooms to be treated by a doctor but Rebecca didn't make it. I spoke to them, told them about us. They told me a few things about them. They seem really moody the lot of them but I think we can trust them though." Simon replied.
Clary was unsure. Yet they did save her and take them both in when they could've left them for dead. But Clary wanted to know what she was getting into. "
"They asked if you and I wanted to join their group you know." He added.
"What did you tell them?"
"That I'd talk to you about it," Simon pushed his glasses back from the bridge of nose. "I think we should."
Clary was hesitant to answer. Yes they did save her life. Yes they took them both in when they could of left them for dead. Yes they even offered to join their group but there was something she wasn't sure about. Before she could answer, someone knocked at the door and opened it up. Covering their eyes with their free hand. "Is it safe to come in? You're not canoodling in any fashion?" It was a man. Tall, skinny with honey colored skin. His hair was black with faded blue streaks. He had almond shaped eyes that looked like a cats, like melted gold mixed with a lovely green.
Clary sat up straight, staring at the stranger. "Oh thank god," He said with relief to Clary and Simon. "You're just cuddling. Well the others want to talk to you and stuff, come on." He gave them a friendly smile and waited at the door. Clary got up, as did Simon.
"If you don't mind," Clary told the man. "I need to change out of these clothes."
"Of course, just meet us downstairs," Simon followed the tall man down the hallway and they were gone. Clary walked back to the room she woke up in and found her things beside her bed. She changed out of her dirty t-shirt and shorts into a black tank top and her spare pair of dark denim shorts. She found her boots with her black socks stuffed inside them. She put them on and made her way down the corridor. Clary tried to listen to voices to find where they were. After looking into room after room she saw them sitting at a large table in, arguing, debating.
"We can't go feeding two more mouths Isabelle!" One debated.
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Stop being so dramatic, the girl is like 100 pounds how much could she possibly eat?"
"I think we should let them stay, join our group. We're better in numbers plus they'll die alone out there we are in a freaking zombie apocalypse for Christ sake!" The Asian girl told them. "Plus they have weapons, we're running low."
"I agree with Aline," Said another. "The bigger we are, the stronger we are against the walkers."
Clary heard a frustrated grunt. "Whatever,"
Clary walked into the large room and all their eyes gaze upon the redhead who entered the room. There were eight of them. She saw Isabelle, the girl who tried to calm her down when she woke up.
"Nice of you to join us," The boy with the golden hair said coldly.
"Jace," Isabelle spoke with a warning tone. "Clary, sit," She gestured the chair next to her and so Clary walked over and sat down.
Clary felt awkward with all eyes staring at her. She felt unwelcome and wanted to just leave already. Take Simon and flee to the countryside; Clary even though of maybe even heading up to Canada. "We would like for you to stay with us Clary," Isabelle told her.
"No we don't," Jace snapped, folding his arms.
Isabelle scoffed. "Come on Jace. What's even your problem?"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "My 'problem' is you constantly taking in every person we help out. It was difficult enough to consider Jordan, Sebastian and Aline to come with us. Plus I don't like Sheldon,"
"It's Simon," Simon corrected.
Jace waved his hand. "Yeah whatever same thing," Simon gave Jace a dark look.
They all argued back and forth. Mainly Isabelle and Jace going neck at neck. Clary sat back and just watched until she couldn't take anymore and stood up. "Alright that's enough!" She snapped. "Do I even get a say about this whole thing or what?" They were all quiet for a moment.
"Well, what do you say about the situation?" Jace spoke up, interested in what her answer would be.
"To be honest I just want to get out of this place," Clary said with absolute honesty. Jace smiled with satisfaction. "But, I do want to stay with this group." Clary added. The smirk that once was on Jace's face immediately faded.
Magnus raised an eyebrow "Sorry to not meet your accommodation standards but this is the best as its gonna get darling,"
"No what I mean is that, well there's a farmhouse a couple hours outside Manhattan that we were originally planning to go to. I want to join your group but the best thing to do right now is to get out of the city. It's only gonna get worse. We need to grow food for ourselves and start surviving. Tinned food can only get you so far."
The rest of the group all exchanged looks. Everyone else other than Jace seemed to think it was a good idea. "When do you want us to leave?" Isabelle asked, smiling.