Chapter Ten
I think I went into shock when I saw her.
There was little Brie, dead.
Brian found the remains of her small body in the storage room.
"A zombie got to her before we did. It seems that they have got to her brain," he said.
I was to scared to think.
Her skull was cut open and blood was everywhere.
I couldn't look anymore. My own sister was murdered.
I sat down on the cold, concrete, basement floor and cried.
It was silent for a long time.
When I started to calm down, Kyle spoke.
"I'm sorry," he said.
I looked up at him.
"It's all my fault. I started this whole mess. I thought the mosquito would be a great idea to bring you back to me. I was selfish. I should've just stayed where I was. Now I hurt your family. It's my fault. It really is. I will never forgive myself," he said.
I didn't know what to say. I just stared into his eyes.
He was right about one thing: it was his fault.
However, I wasn't mad at him because he didn't know.
"No, you didn't know," I said.
He sat down next to me and held me.
We just sat there in silence for a few minutes until we heard a sound.
"Zzzz….," it said.
Kyle looked over at it sharply.
I turned around and saw that there wasn't just one zombie, but it was a whole horde of them!
I closed my eyes and wished they were gone.
Kyle stood up and stomped over to them.
"Go away," he said darkly.
A zombie snuck around him and walked over to me.
"Stupid zombie," I said.
It hissed at me.
Kyle walked over to it and picked it up with one hand.
"Stupid zombie," he said.
The zombie said nothing.
I obviously was not very intimidating.
I glanced down at my ankle.
The teeth marks from where the last zombie had bitten me was getting puffier. The wound was infected.
"Kyle," I said.
Kyle turned around and looked at me.
Spikes poked out of his arms, lets, and spine and his claws were very long.
"What's wrong?" he asked me.
"The wound on my ankle is all puffy and infected. It's very sore and I'm not sure if I can walk much more," I said.
Kyle quickly ran over to me without worrying about the zombies.
He looked at my ankle and studied it a long time.
"Well, it looks like it is infected. I don't really know what to do. Are you okay?" he asked.
I felt light-headed.
"Yeah…No…Yeah…I'm alright," I said.
"No, you're not," he said.
His voice sounded distant.
"Kyle," I said.
"What is it?" he asked.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked.
My eyes were closed now and I was wobbling back and forth.
"I…I don't know," he said.
"I don't want to die," I said.
"You won't. I won't let you. Trust me I won't let you go," he said.
"Oh…Okay," I said quietly.
I felt my head fall back and my back hit the ground.
For some reason, my head never hit the hard concrete floor when I fell.
Someone had stopped my head from cracking against the floor.
"Kyle," I said without thinking.
"I'm here. I will always be here" he said.
The words he had last said rang in my ears as I drifted off into some kind of sleep.
I wasn't dead…yet. I was dreaming a dream of my past.
"Kyle? Kyle are you okay? Can you hear me?" I asked.
The nurse stared at me in a strange way.
"I told you, he won't make it," she said bitterly.
I ignored her.
Kyle opened his eyes halfway and looked at me.
"Phoebe," he said, lifting his head up.
"Yes? What is it?" I asked.
Tears sprang down my face.
"D-Don't let me go," he said.
"I won't. Don't worry. I'm here. I will always be here," I said.
Then he lied his head back down and closed his eyes.
He was gone.
I had lied.
"I lied," I heard myself whisper.
I couldn't feel anything.
Was Kyle still there? Was I dead? What happened?
"No. You didn't lie," I heard him say.
Kyle never lied.