Chapter 8- Can't Stay

The sun's rays forced through the cracks in the stone-cold walls. Zoey lifted her head off the dusty floor and shook the ash out of her hair, then her eye-sight adjusted, and she realised the night before she went into the bathroom and must have fallen asleep. Her body ached from the uncomfortable sleep, so she shakily stood up, resting her back on the wall for support. There was no noise in the safe-house, so Zoey limped to the living area. she took a red med-kit, an adrenaline-shot, an AK47 and a small dagger from the table. She turned 90 degrees to the safe-house door, then turned back to take 2 pistols. Zoey took off her pink track-jacket and threw it onto the sofa, which was facing the opposite direction of the safe-house door. The door creaked as she forced it open, then made a loud slam when it shut itself. Zoey was outside, the wind almost knocking her off balance. The outside world was covered in white fog, which made everything disappear and only a few infected were visible. The longer she walked, the less pain she felt, so her pace became quicker and more normal. There was also a powerful wind, which was almost knocking her off balance. Taking a pistol in each hand, she shot at the infected she could see, and soon more came along craving human flesh. Taking one bullet to the head each, the zombies fell to the floor. Dead. As she continued her journey, the safe-house disappeared and she was surrounded by the white fog. She reached a wire-fencing, placed her left foot half-way through the fencing and used her hands to pull herself up. She managed to reach the top of the fence, until she grabbed onto something really sharp which made her lose balance as she let go and fell over the other side. She fell on her back and looked up to see barbed-wire lined across the fencing. Taking a roll of bandage in her hand, she wrapped the bleeding slash in her other hand with the soft, white fabric. She began her journey again, almost wishing she was wearing her track-jacket, but it was too late to get it. She ran into a forest, dried leaves were crunching under her feet and she heard faint shouts calling her name. This was almost killing her to leave, but she had to keep running, before she would go back to them...
Ellis, Rochelle and Coach were outside calling out for Zoey, but it was hopeless.
"We gotta go out for her, y'all. She'll be killed!" Ellis kept panicking, while Coach shot at the infected coming their way.
"Sweetie, there's nothing we can do. She's left, we can't risk our own lives for her." Rochelle argued, then made her way back into the safe-house. Coach put his hand on Ellis' shoulder.
"The girl chose to leave, she obviously knows what she's doing." Coach said kindly, then led him back into the safe-house. Inside, Rochelle was looking through the supplies.
"She took 2 pistols, a med-kit, adrenaline-shot and a rifle. Seems like the girl is good to go..." Rochelle sounded a little hostile when she made the remark, this led Ellis to believe maybe Rochelle was jealous or didn't particularly like Zoey. Soon Nick was awake and took control of the situation.
"Come on guys, I heard there's some sort of CEDA pickup tonight, it's at some place called whispering oaks." Nick projected his voice so everyone could hear, Coach turned his head.
"Whisperin' oaks? That sounds familiar..." He said, then took out a map.
"Dibs on drivin'!" Ellis said quickly, secretly hoping to find Zoey and stop for her.
"By the way nick, Zoey left..." Coach said solemnly, then nick's face softened a little.
"Shame, but hell; we might find her along the way. I suggest we move out now!" Nick ordered, then they took everything they needed; ammo, med-kits, pills, food and water. They quickly made their way from the safe-house to the Jimmy Gibbs jr car, then drove off to their next adventure...