The Box

by ohnomyshoee

Dakota, a 14 year old in the zombie apocalypse last hope, Terminus was a complete lie. But maybe it isn't to late. She is saved by a group and she follows them to try to become someone they trust to survive. Dakota has been alone since she was seperated from her aunt and is now facing a bigger struggle than the rising dead, but people. Warning: dark thoughts and violence

3. Chapter 3

I writing a lot of chapters early on so there's more to read but I won't always do that thatjust for a while. Please leave reviews telling what I can do to make it better. Thanks for reading.

They didn't leave me, shockingly. I sat leaned against a thick trunk of a tree. My eyes adjusted to the light of the sun. To many eyes looked at me. I looked around reading each pair. Some were blue, some green or brown, my blue eyes were definitely out numbered at this staring contest.

"She's up" an Asian man said.

"She still looks half dead, Glenn, you can count her ribs through her shirt. She's sick, she isn't going to make it much longer" a man with a dirty long beard and long messy hair said. I don't blame them for thinking that I was really skinny even before the world went south, I probably lost a little more weight, but I wasn't sick. Well, not really sick.

"I'm not sick" I squeaked, surprised at my own voice, much raspier then I remembered.

They all looked at me again, only this time they creped in closer, checking if it was me talking.

"I know I look like it but, that's how I look. I'm not dying. I'll be okay." I start to get up but then I stumbled back down looking at my foot. I'm starting to think I did more than just twisted my ankle. It was swollen, black and blue. I swallowed hard trying not to over react, but I knew barely being able to walk in this world will get you killed.

"You need your rest" a women with dark skin said. She was hold a gun around her shoulder.

"We need to move on" the same man with the beard commanded.

"Please, I need someone, I can't do this by myself anymore" I begged almost shaking. Dakota shut up I thought to myself. They're not taking care of you anymore.

"She's just a kid, Rick" a man with dirty long hair and a vest said.

I hated being called a kid. That's why I couldn't go to Crawford, but this time it might save me.

"Alright," he said. But then turned to me with threatening eyes,"but carry your own weight or else you're down."

I sighed in relief. I'm in. No longer alone, no more.