Don't Speak
By: Rezie
A/n: Thanks Kristine for the reveiws. Is greatly appreciated. Anyway, everyone's reveiws, especially yours have made this story really great for me. Well, here's the next chapter, read and enjoy. Remember to reveiw people.
Chapter 9: Making sure it's not a dream
Laying next to him, we hadn't moved from that position. I searched his tired eyes, trying to decipher the expression he wore. I saw him crack a smile, bringing his hands closer as he wiped the tears away. I couldn't help but cry even more, smiling at him as I leaned my forehead to his.
A few minutes had passed and we hadn't said a word. Maybe because we couldn't believe this was real, I couldn't at least.
" Please tell me your real ?" I finally spoke, my voice stammered. He didn't answer, just lay there and stare into my face as I felt his hot breath. He caressed my face with his large hands, combing my short hair back. " Making sure it's...not-not a d-dr-dream, huh Doll face?" He asked, stuttering a bit as he cleared his throat, face weak.
She nodded, smiling gracefully as he neared her, lips so close to touching.
It was intoxicating. The feeling surged through my body, I could still feel his kiss on my tongue.It was like velvet to my skin, so soft and smooth. So refreshing and loving.
He separated, staring at me, almost seeming dead as he transformed to a pale white, a dead ivory.
Slowly he neared me, deathly and painfully moving his lips to my forehead he lightly kissed me before his strength failed him and his lids shut over those eyes.
"No stay awake. please stay awake" I begged him, hovering over him and examining the pale man. " Please..." I mourned, lightly shaking him.
I searched the cell, trying to find any sort of medicine to revive him from his ill state. He was weak, and soon would die in this cell if I couldn't find any sort of help, soon I would die too.
He rubbed his wrist, yanking off the wrist-chains and throwing them on the cell floor. He examined the chains he had violently ripped off, fallen on the floor. His wrists were crimson and rusted due to yanking the chains that secured him, anger had violently taken over him.
" Fucking red-head, plans back-fired on that stupid slut again" He sighed, still sarcastically hinted. The room was small, similar to Billy and Rebecca's room, with the smell of corpse and death.
He examined the room, noticing a medium-sized vent ripped open on the bottom of the floor, probably from mutated rats gnawing it's way through, since three were dead rats on the floor.
He stalked over to the vent, it was rust colored and another hideous smell resonated from the vent. Joey scrunched his nose, completely disgusted by the aroma.
Lowering down on his stomach, he crawled under the vent, this time the smell causing his eyes to water.
After further examination of the cell, Rebecca had gotten nowhere and Billy had gotten worse due to no medicine.
"Help...Please some one !" She yelled to no one in particular, dropping to her knees crying .
"Rebecca..." Joey said to himself, hearing the familiar echo of the voice. There were two passages: one to his left and one to his right.
Hearing another far echo, he hurried and crawled over to the passage to his left, the smell of death increasing as he went deeper, the screams beginning to rise.
"Rebecca !" Joey yelled, hoping she would hear him.
" Joey...Joey" She whispered in disbelief, wiping her tears away and standing up. " Joey !" She yelled, frantically searching the room with her eyes.
" Rebecca !" She heard him yelling, still trying to find where he was.
Boom
The area behind the skeletons and corpse burst open, the vent pushing the skeletons and corpse a little.
She hurried over there, wondering why she hadn't checked behind there, maybe it was the intoxicating smell.
She pushed them aside and there was Joey. Helping him out and brushing off the debris on him, a smile came to her face hugging him tightly.
" Come on, let's get out of here" He instructed grabbing hold of her wrist. " Not without him" She said, staring at Billy.
Joey noticed tears blemished her beautiful features. Without hesitation, he carried Billy, sliding him through the vent carefully.
" Leon, what the hell do we do !" Claire asked, staring back at the edge of the building they stood near too.
He shook his head, dropping the magnums due to no bullets left and Claire was gun-less as well, as the Zombies drove on, blocking any way out.
He stared back down at the edge. It was an empty sandlot, probably the back of the warehouse. He focused his view on the sides of the building, there was a ledge wide enough to walk on.
" Claire, follow me" He instructed, walking back and carefully stair-casing down the ledge.
" What're you doing..." She asked, staring at him and then at the hordes of zombies. "Answer me" She frantically said, frozen in horror. "Hurry..come here" He instructed.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around only to be surprisingly clawed by a crawling zombie that had attached itself to it's leg. Many others headed near her, she could see her death before her and because of this she became manic, hurrying to escape the grasp. "
Help!" She struggled to yell, soon being bitten by one in the leg. Wincing, she kicked the zombie's hideous face, causing it to lose hold for a second.
" Dammit, come on!" Leon yelled, grabbing the nearest leg, as she battled the zombies and yanking her away from them. They eagerly followed only to fall to their dismay, followed by others groaning and moaning.
He yanked her up to the ledge with him, examining her figure. She held her leg, painfully breathing.
" We'll get the antidote, promise" He smiled with hopingly, knowing that finding the antidote would be quite difficult.
Holding onto her and moving down the ledge.
After several minutes they discovered an open window to a lab. Leon helped her inside, examining the white room. " Where are we?" She weakly asked.
" No idea" He answered, bending down to pick up a handgun. "No idea" He spoke again, cocking the handgun.
creak.
The door carefully opened, as Leon reared his gun ready.
" Leon !" Rebecca yelled, staring at the two.
" Oh, god !" Claire cried in relief.
" Are you two okay ?" Joey asked, carrying Billy on his back, still not seeming tired.
" She got bitten" Leon explained, staring at the girl.
There were stretchers and sorts of devices and chemicals in the room, many compartments probably containing herbs a treatments perfect for Rebecca.
" Get her on a stretcher and get Billy on one too" She instructed, running over to the drawers and quickly searching them.
After finding the last remaining anti-virus and injecting it in Claire, she then mixed some herbs and gave them to Billy. She then forced down a few pills on him, and wrapped his body up with cloth due to several wounds.
"Chris is probably already...gone" Claire leaned on the window sill, peering outside as the two boys were outside searching the premises and seeing if there was anything important. Rebecca stayed watch of Billy, holding his hand and staring at the man lovingly.
"There's still a glint of hope" She spoke to her, hoping things would get better. " Don't you care?" Claire asked, bitterly facing around and watching her. "I do...trust me I do" Rebecca defended herself, leaving Billy's hand and laying it across his broad chest; She stood up and stared at Chris's sister.
" hmm.." She sighed, glaring at Rebecca. "You were never in love with him...not like you are with Billy" Claire softened her stare, staggering nearer to the girl. Rebecca stared at the floor, unable to speak the words she wanted.
"Well?" Rebecca glared, her angered overcoming her. 'Well?" She angrily questioned, clearly much more angrier than she expected.
"No..." Rebecca whispered, barely audibly.
"No..." Claire repeated, sighing tiredly.
There was a dull silence, not a sound penetrating it as the two girls finished there previous conversation.
"Rebecca" A warm hoarse voice spoke silently. Rebecca turned her head around, staring at the man in the stretcher, staring at her. " Your alive" She smiled, walking over to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Never died" He smirked, grabbing her hand lovingly.
" Rebecca..Claire..." The door flew open, as Leon walked in carrying Jill in his arms and Joey followed carrying two automatic rifles and three handguns, found on there search. Jill appeared extremely fatigue and a knife stabbed her arm, as she limply laid in his arms, blood-shed.
"What happened?" Claire asked, walking over to Jill with concern. " She was running..running away from..." Leon stammered, only to stop by the sound of animalistic roars. "him" He weakly said, staring at the ground.
"Claire..." Jill weakly said, wincing.
" Guys, Hold off Chris and I'll take care of Jill. Quick..hurry!" Rebecca ordered as Leon dropped Jill on the stretcher and the two men ran out side.
A/n: Sorry I know this chapter wasn't that good. :(
Anywhoo please reveiw. Next chapter might take longer since this week is Test Week (FCAT). And I'm failing so I need to get my grades up . Pz out.
