Chapter 3: Katjaa?
A zombie had got in. I don't know when, where or how, but it had. And someone (you'll find out later) had got themselves bitten whilst me and Duck where in hiding.
"What you up to?" Duck asked becuse he was bored.
"Oh, the usual, stuck in a small room with the funniest (yet strangest) dork I know!" I replied.
"You think I'm funny?" He glanced, suprised.
"Well yeah!"
There was a pause because we had heard Katjaa scream.
"What dya think I am?" I questioned.
"Cute. Wait I mean- DANGIT!" he blushed.
"Aww wook at wittle Ducky clushing over big bad Cwenentine!" I teased. Pay back! YEsh!
"Firstwy, I'll stwap wid this voice cuz it's getting weally annoying! Second, your not big and bad, I'm bloody taller than you!" he answered.
he ruined my joke. Sighhh.
We got out to see Katjaa holding her wrist, screaming in pain. Duck droppedto his knees and begun sobbing. His own mother had been bit. I followed him down and hugged him. He squeezed me and cried into my hair. "I knew I was big bad Cwenentine." I joked.
He howled and we sat there hugging for a whole minute. When he untangled himself in my messy hait, he looked a mess.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"Wasn't your fault, was it?" he sniffed.
I hugged him again for 30 seconds to calm him down and then gave him a pack of tissues to clean up his face.
He stayed in a ball shape lying on out couch all day. I knew what it was like loosing both parents. But Duck hasn't been any where without his, so he must feel like he had lost a third of himself. The poor guy..