Chapter Eleven

Jill groggily sat up. She was in what appeared to be a bedroom.

She sat up and looked at Brad and Marco.

They were all scratched up, and Marco was just putting his Berretta down.

She turned around and saw a bunch of dead zombies.

" Thanks, guys. Where're the others?"

" No clue." Marco said. " I just woke up not too long ago myself. I guess they're close by, though."

" I hope."

" Don't worry. My brother's bound to be with them. We all know how trigger happy he is."

" Sometimes he's a little too trigger happy." Jill said as she walked over to a painting that had obviously fallen.

" Yeah, I left for a few minutes, and when I came back in, the thing fell. This key was behind it." Marco said as he held up a key.

" Good job." Jill said as Brad nervously looked around him. " Brad! Would you calm down already?"

She didn't mean to sound cruel, but Brad was starting to get on her nerves. She secretly wished that Marco hadn't came to the police station when he did.

" I also found a mine thrower." Marco said emptying his knapsack. " And some ammo."

" That's good." Jill said, coming back from her thoughts.

" I think we should go searching for the others. Maybe they've found some stuff that we need." Marco suggested. " It beats standing around here."

" You have a point." Jill said. " Brad!"

" I th-think you gu-guys should go on wi-without me." he stuttered.

" No." Jill said firmly. " The last time I left someone alone, they got killed."

Marco suddenly felt like running from Jill.

It seemed like everyone she came in contact with got ate by zombies.

" Um…yeah…Jill's right, dude. We can't split up." Marco said glancing over his shoulder at the door behind him.

" Okay…"

A.N.- I bet it seems a waste now for me to keep Brad alive. Sadly, that's how I feel. I'm not going to kill him, though. I may make Jill seem like a heartless bitch, but at least she's expressing her thoughts. Later!