Hi all,

I just fixed up chapter 3 by joining parts 1 and 2 together.

for anyone who doesn't get it when I put "...", It means that I have momentarily changed the first person view to someone else I.e. from Louis to Tilly.

By the way, thanks to Woodswolf who is following my story, and to all of the guests who have been commenting and reviewing.

i've got 11 reviews... I'm well chuffed.

Thanks.

Chapter 11

Five fiery faces appeared right in front of me. They were scalding hot, and too bright to look at directly.
Everyone was in a state of confusion, running in all directions. I just stood, frozen, unsure of what to do.
Someone was tugging my arm from behind me. I looked round. Tilly was desperately tugging me away from the fire. At last I responded, and stumbled over to where she was pointing.
There was a sharp pain around the area of my calf muscle, but I didn't have time to inspect it. Tilly was shouting something to me and pointing in a certain direction, I couldn't hear what she was saying over the din of clanking chains and screaming, so I just shrugged and shook my head.
I saw a flicker out of the corner of my eye, and realised, to my horror that there was a boy on fire. I instinctively ran forward and pushed him to the ground, rolling him around and trying to extinguish the flames, but all I got was a singed hand.
Tilly was helping now.
We had made some progress, and the flames were mostly put out, but the Blazes were nearly upon us.
Tilly grabbed the kid's legs, and I grabbed his arms. We legged it. The boy was screaming in pain.
We couldn't do anything about it until we were safe, and even then, we didn't have any First Aid or anything to help him heal.
Before long, my arms were crying out in pain, begging to let the boy go. I resisted stubbornly.
Finally, everything went quiet. An eerie, awkward silence.
At last, I could go no longer. I lowered my arms and laid the boy down. We were all too tired to speak.
I lay down and fell asleep immediately.

...

Red lights.. that's all I can remember.

Yes, red.. wait, weren't they yellow? Blue?

Where am I?

I was in what appeared to be a storage room. There were some dusty chests with maps and useless stuff in them.
I paused; frowned.

That's it! I was captured!

I dimly recalled a scene of blurriness in which I was lying on the floor with grotesque figures surrounding me.

I could hear grunts, and hacking laughter coming from close by.
Puzzled, I got up and and investigated my surroundings. There was nothing that could be used as a weapon, or of that fact, anything useful at all.
I tried the door, which was surprisingly unlocked. I opened it a crack, and recoiled at what I saw. There were four or five zombies sitting round a table. In the middle of the table was a burnt deformed figure. About the size of a chid.
I couldn't tell whether it was a boy or girl because of because of it's burns. I hoped with all of my heart that he or she was dead. I couldn't bear watching a dead child being eaten, let alone a live one.
There was nothing I could do about it. I was weak, outnumbered and seriously outgunned. I didn't even have any weapons.
I looked away in despair.
I didn't have a chance of escaping, and getting out alive, but i'd have to try. As long as I was alive, I had promised myself that I wouldn't give up on Tilly, and that I wouldn't.