Darkness was all Dave saw. He remembered hearing the gun going off. He didn't remember where it went though. He had a feeling that Willow shot herself and he must have fainted or maybe he just shut himself out from the whole world. Sadly, he couldn't remember.
The gunshot was so loud that Dave could barely hear talking. Actually, it was screaming. He also felt hands on his chest. Maybe Mitch was trying to talk to him, but then again, the hands that were putting pressure on his chest felt too small to be Mitch's.
Dave began to realize that he was cold. He also noticed that the screaming was getting louder.
"DAVID!"
"Shit, you see what you did Willow."
Willow? She's still alive? If she is still alive, and Mitch is still alive then what happened that is making them scream? All of these questions and many more were buzzing through Dave's mind. His unconscious mind.
Willow had her hands over the hole in Dave's chest. Blood was still pouring out of it. Mitch was standing behind her, arms crossed, praying that Dave was okay.
"If you didn't have to go all suicidal on our asses, Dave wouldn't have gotten hurt." Mitch growled.
"Mitch, I already said I was sorry, now please help me!" Willow snapped.
While they argued, Dave's eyes fluttered open. He groaned at the pain in his body. Everything hurt. His eyes looked down at his blood covered chest.
"The hell….?" He whispered at the sight.
Willow's head spun around to look at Dave. Tears filled her eyes as she began to apologize like crazy,
"David, I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking clearly and it was an accident."
The southerner's head tilted to the right as he smiled. All color was gone from his face after losing so much blood.
"Willow it's okay. Ah mean, Ah understand why you tried ta kill yourself."
"Dave, that's not why she's apologizing." Mitch said, obviously annoyed with something.
Willow looked down at the ground, sadness in her eyes. Dave's eyes darted between his fellow companions. Now he was even more confused.
"What happened? Did a zombie get me?" Dave's voice was barely louder than a whisper.
"No, this fucking bitch shot you!" Mitch yelled, now enraged.
"I didn't mean to okay! My finger slipped and I didn't know the gun was aimed at him or I would've let go of the gun when he told me-"Willow tried to defend herself, but she froze as she remember what Dave had told her.
'Willow please. Ah…Ah love you.'
Everyone was silent. To be honest, they were secretly surprised that not a single infected bothered them at this moment when they were so vulnerable. Their surprise state was interrupted when an infected that they had never seen charged right at them. One arm was huge and the other looked like a helpless string attached to a yo-yo or something. Since Mitch was the only one standing, the zombie ran at him at an unbelievable speed and carried him away.
"Shit Mitch!" Dave yelled out.
The infected was now pounding Mitch into the ground. Picking him up and then slamming him down onto the asphalt with the muscular arm only. Mitch began to scream out in pain when he heard something crack after a while.
Willow jumped up and grabbed her pistols. She glanced at Dave and then back at Mitch. She decided to run after the infected that was seconds away from possibly kill Mitch, leaving Dave to fend for himself if any other zombies came.
Shooting the infected in the head a few times ended its tainted life. She kneeled down by Mitch to see any wounds he had. Putting her hand over her mouth to keep from puking, Willow saw what Mitch heard crack earlier. His forearm had a bone sticking out of it. Blood poured from the hole left in his arm. Mitch was unable to move that arm.
Behind her, Willow heard screaming. She turned to see a hooded infected tearing away at Dave's chest.
"SHIT, GET IT OFF ME! GAHHHH!"
Willow grabbed her pistol and aimed it at the zombie's head. She missed the first time, but managed to shoot it in the back of the head. Dave weakly raised his hand. He was smiling.
"T-thanksss…."
Willow smiled as she helped Mitch to his feet. The man groaned at the pain and hissed when they started to move. As they got closer to Dave, they noticed that the mechanic was getting to his feet. Slowly.
"Dave, what are you doing?" Willow asked.
"We've gottah…get ta that saferoom one way 'er another…"
The group started to walk again. They only stopped when Dave collapsed a few times. No matter how many times he fell, Dave would get back up and refuse the help that was offered. Willow began to worry more. Her best friend was still losing a lot of blood and no matter what she or Mitch said; he wouldn't let them heal him at all.
As the sun began to set, Mitch was able to walk on his own. Not as well as normally, but the pain wasn't as bad so that was a good sign. He still couldn't move his left arm so it was wrapped up against his body with gauze that was in a health kit they brought from Willow's house. Eventually, Dave took some pain pills, but that was the only thing he did to help himself. He was still collapsing, more than before. Every time he would blame it on being tired, but no one believed him.
"Look guys. It's a saferoom!" Mitch exclaimed pointing at a house with a red door.
Running as fast as they could, the three made it inside without alerting any infected. Willow was the last one in and once everyone else was inside she closed the the door and locked it up. Dave walked over to a corner of the room and sat down, letting out a huge breath of relief. Mitch ran up the stairs to find a bathroom, and Willow walked over to Dave and began to work on his injuries.
A few moments later, they heard Mitch return. He wasn't alone. Behind him was a man with a rifle pointed at the back of his head. The man appeared to be in his early twenties, like everyone else here, and he had on a red t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was black as well and the style was very "skater boy" type theme. His icy blue eyes gave everyone chills. His skin was very pale but it was also covered in blood.
"Who the hell are ya guys?" He asked. He had a very slight southern accent, but it wasn't as heavy as Dave's.
The group remained quiet for they were all to scared for Mitch's sake and they were in shock that the met another real human being. The all knew that there might be a chance that he had been infected and he just didn't change yet, but they all ignored that possibility. They just wanted something good to happen for once. No one could blame them.
