Chapter Fourteen
Brian always overreacted and jumped to conclusions.
"If you dare to drown me in that sewage, so help me I will come back to life and kill every one of ya," he said.
I was too busy examining Phoebe, the mosquito, to be paying attention to Brian's crap.
Kyle sighed.
Brian punched him with his good arm.
Kyle and injured Brian started fist fighting.
"Stop it!" I yelled.
One of them were going to fall into the river. I just knew it.
They paid no attention to me.
This was just like the day in the park…The last time Kyle died.
I couldn't let that happen again.
I let go of the mosquito and I joined in the fight.
Kyle thought I was on his side.
I was on no one's side. Just my own.
I punched and kicked both of them.
Kyle got even more mad at every second.
The spikes on his spine and arms got even more dangerous looking.
One of his spikes scraped along my arm to the bone.
I fell to the ground in pain.
The fighting stopped.
I then realized what had really happened.
Brian was gone.
He had landed in the river.
"Phoebe! Are you okay?" asked Kyle.
I forgot about my arm and ran to look into the river.
Sure enough, I saw Brian, and he had sunk to the bottom of the river of the deadly water.
"No way," I said.
"You monster!" yelled Fred.
"Shut up Fred," I said.
"Everyone just shut up!" I yelled.
Tania started to cry.
I slowly walked over to Kyle.
He stared at my injured arm.
"I'm sorry," he said apologetically.
"Forget about it," I said.
My arm hurt like hell and it bled all over the place.
"Two of us have to die, right? Who's next?" I asked.
"No, Phoebe. Two specific people have to die in that river. Brian wasn't one of them," he said.
"Who are they?" I asked.
"First is the mosquito," said Kyle.
My stomach flopped.
"No! You can't kill her! She's my friend. Please not her," I begged.
"I'm sorry Phoebe but she has to go. I do too," he said.
I couldn't believe what I heard just then.
"No," I whispered.
"Listen to me, Phoebe. This is the only way the world can be saved. All zombies will be back to human. The dead will be remembered and all this will be forgotten and everything will be back together in no time. You'll be happy, your friends will be happy, and I will be somewhere better now," he said.
"You got another chance," I whispered.
He smiled.
"Just for you," he said.
I hugged him.
"I'm sorry, Phoebe. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I let you down to even begin with. Just move on now and live life in happiness. I'll always be watching over you," he said.
I cried a little.
"I'll miss you," I said.
"I will too. One day, we'll meet again. I promise. Just remember: I will always be here, Phoebe," he said.
That wasn't a lie.
"Thank you," I said.
Phoebe, the mosquito, buzzed onto Kyle's hand.
"This is good-bye. For now. Until we meet again one day," said Kyle.
A tear rolled down my face.
"Okay," I said.
Kyle smiled and stepped backwards.
He fell into the river.
I looked over the edge and watched him fall.
"Bye!" I called out.
I hoped that he had heard me.
"Bye Phoebe!" I heard a small voice yell.
What was that? Was that the mosquito? No, mosquitoes can't talk. But technically she wasn't a real mosquito.
Several minutes passed.
Nothing new happened.
"Great! Now we lost a member of our group and we still have zombies loose!" said Fred.
"Speaking of zombies," said Zach.
We all turned around when we heard a "Zzzz" sound.
"Oh joy. Here we go again," said Fred.
Then I remembered that I still was carrying a gun.
I pulled it out and shot it at a zombie.
Tania shrieked at the loud noise.
"Guys we need a plan. I only have a few bullets left and there's hundreds of these things!" I yelled.