Chapter Twenty-Five: Misery Business
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Clary opened her green eyes. The first thing she saw was (OMG THIS IS SUPER RANDOM BUT IF YOU SPELL 'SAW' BACKWARDS YOU GET 'WAS'! Okay carrying on) Jace sleeping peacefully like a child you would babysit. They all slept in one room, separate from Riley and her father. Clary was satisfied when she heard that news. Carefully, she sat up on the bed. She managed to stand up without waking Jace up. In fact, no one was awake. Simon and Isabelle slept on the floor while Alec and Magnus took the other bed. However, Maryse and Robert weren't in the room. She tip-toed her way to the window. Clary stretched her sore arms and peeked out the curtains.
To her surprise, a large group of people were huddled in the plaza outside of the bar. There was someone lying down on the ground. Blood stained the sandy area. No, it couldn't be. The Walkers should've gone down with the ship! Sweat trickled down her temples. She had to get a closer look. Clary stopped herself. She was only wearing blue pajamas. With a sigh, she retreated to the bathroom. As quickly as she could, she showered and changed into a green tank top with ripped styled short-shorts. Clary started to run, but abruptly stopped. Isabelle was breathing slowly right beneath Clary's right foot. Clary gulped as a water droplet from her still-wet hair fell onto Isabelle's neck. As Isabelle started to move, Clary made her way out of the room.
She ran down the bar steps and out the "door". Clary walked to the crowd. Using her height to her advantage, she squeezed through the crowd. Someone was carrying a teenage girl in their arms. She was crying and pushing the hair out of her face. The girl was bitten on her leg. Her bone was showing.
She opened her opaque eyes and growled. She grabbed the lady by her hair and shoved her head into her mouth. The lady screamed as the zombie tore apart her head. The crowd was in frenzy, screaming and running in all directions, leaving Clary and the lady behind. Clary stood there in shock as the little blonde girl tore open the lady's stomach. Blood splattered everywhere. My gun! My gun it's inside the room! With no other option, she walked over to the corpse. The corpse looked up at her, growling with its mouth dripping with blood and guts. Clary ran full-speed and kicked the corpse right in the forehead. Blood splattered like rain and its neck was almost completely torn off as the corpse fell to the ground. Clary's heart raced as she walked back to the dying lady. She didn't know what to do. The lady was breathing slightly and no one was around to aid her. Should I wait until she dies, or should I end her misery now? She looked down at her white sneakers, which were now covered in young blood. The woman was looking at her and shaking her destroyed face.
A tear escaped from Clary's eye. It was too late, the woman had stopped moving, and her mouth hung open. She sniffed and started walking backwards. She was startled as she ran into someone. Clary stopped and began to apologize as she heard moans behind her. Her eyes widened as she took the corpse by its shoulders and flipped it forward. The corpse's head cracked down the middle as it stopped moving. There were more coming for her, too much for her to take on without a weapon. She began to run the other way. In the distance, there were Walkers limping closer to her. I have to warn the others. She had already passed the bar. Clary picked up a fair sized rock and hurled it at the top window. Luckily, it broke through the corner of the window. She smiled at her accuracy. She watched Maryse pop her head out of the window and gape in horror at Clary.
Clary turned her head forward and ran straight into a corpse. She grunted as they stumbled to the ground. As the handless zombie bent over her stomach, she buried its head in the sand. There were more corpses reaching down to get her. Clary dived below their legs and squirmed free of the Walkers' grips. She stumbled repeatedly as she tried to stand up and run. Walkers were swinging at her, blocking her every time she turned. The sand was making her slip and slow down. She was desperate for a weapon. Jace's words rang through her head like a school bell. Anything can be used as a weapon. Without thinking Clary said out loud, "Well that'd be easier if I had anything!" She looked behind her. Now a whole mob was following her. There was no one else in the plaza.
She had to find a way to fight them. The more she dodged, the more that followed. Her legs were on fire and she was out of breath. Clary ran down the deserted beach, which had old ashes spread out all over. At least I could lead these bastards far away from them. She ran faster.
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Maryse raced down to her husband. "Robert!" She cried. He came up to her with worried eyes.
"What happened?"
"It's Clary! She's being chased by the Walkers!" Maryse shouted. Before he could reply, Maryse ran back upstairs.
"Robert." He turned and saw Riley there. "Is everything okay?"
He shook his head. "Clary. She's in trouble."
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Maryse burst into the room. "Wake up! Wake up now!" She shouted. Isabelle covered her ears with a pillow. Alec threw the blanket over his and Magnus' head. Jace awoke and noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. He looked around the room and then to his mother. "It's Clary. She's being chased by Walkers."
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Another day another…chapter. S0…what had Clary gotten herself into this time? Oh Lord bless this poor girl. :/ BTW I'm not gonna keep adding new characters…just once in a while so…yeah :) Just like to thank a few people: hjeq07, jackforce17, KTrevo, RandomReader15, and MIgirl923. FOR reviewing recently. Also I luvv all yall who favorite the story. YOU DA BEST!
~Beanie Wayland