A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2 of Panic. Once again, this is my first time ever writing anything zombie centric or in 1st person POV. So I'll admit this may suck more than Canada's Crazy Week, which has been put on semi-permanent Hiatus due to a lack of inspiration to continue it and changed personality making it hard to write something that comical.

I've found it's much harder to describe things from a 1st person POV so I'll be lacking a lot of very deep detail descriptions and drama may come a bit too fast, if I seem to go too fast or you miss something I would've explained better; please drop me a line to let me know and I'll fix it for you.

If you want to make suggestions about the story or have questions, send me a message at alleymills3300 at hotmail . com.

Thanks for listening, the couples in this are subject to change on a whim. Please enjoy.

Recap: It Begins

"Maybe it was fear that made me yell that... but somewhere in me, I know, this isn't a joke.

But... it can't be real... maybe I'm dreaming...

I stop running, the roaring creatures behind me catching up, I turn to face them.

If I die... I'll wake up...

won't I?"

CHAPTER 2: Runner

This must be fake...

there's no way these things are real...

They're college kids like me in very life-like costumes...

that's all.

It's a prank.

Alfred set this up to scare me, that ass.

My arms flew up in front of me instinctively, blocking the creature charging at me.

I scooted back a bit against the ground, kicking up dirt and dust, this has to be a football player, he's so strong.

Inhumanly strong.

No, that's not right.

It's all fake.

He's human, he another student like me, maybe a senior with his build.

Maybe one of Alfred's football friends.

I thought that... until the pain started.

It was clawing at me, deep gouges appearing in my skin from jagged nails, drawing blood to the surface of my arms.

Then there were more, biting me.

They were everywhere... so was the pain.

Pain.

It's wasn't a dream...

It wasn't fake...

It wasn't a Halloween prank being played by my brother...

These creatures, with their glowing red eyes, with their dark gray rotting flesh, with their inhuman roars...

These creatures were trying to kill me.

"STOP!"

I screamed, hoping they would understand me...

my response was more harpy like screeches.

This can't be happening to me... it's impossible.

I'm bleeding so much now... am I going to die?

I don't want to die...

help...

someone...

Alfred...

"HELP ME!"

My eyes closed as I screamed, praying to anyone who could hear me that someone was still in their right mind and would save me... I didn't expect to be answered.

There was a metallic sound... like a metal baseball bat hitting a light pole.

My eyes opened, there, in front of me, was a large figure...

who is that?

"Matthew? Are you alright?"

Carlos! That accent was unmistakable.

He came to protect me...

…...maybe he really does like me that.

No, bad Matt.

This isn't the time for that.

Focus, okay, so we're surrounded...

he knocked some of them back but there's still so many... maybe we can make an opening to run for it... somehow.

Hey... Carlos has a crowbar.

Where did he get that from?

"Matthew, we need to move quickly... the entire campus is infected... I had to beat off a whole lot of these mother fuckers to get here. It seems like we're the only ones left, as far as I saw... everyone else has been eaten or turned into these ….things."

No way...

everyone Is dead?...

that can't be...

oh god...

ALFRED!?

"w-what about my brother?! What about Alfred?!"

I was scared... terrified really... but not for me, for my brother.

Alfred loved to play horror games but he was so scared of them...

what if he died here... by one of those creatures...

no, I can't think that way... not until I find a body myself...

he's alive...

he has to be...

he can't leave me alone.

Carlos is shifting left, a large muscled arm nudging me behind him.

He's protecting me...

I move with him, staying out of range of the creatures.

One attacks with a screech and Carlos brings the crowbar down across his skull with a sickening crunch.

This seems to enrage the other monsters, they charge as us.

I feel sick to my stomach, t-those things... they're trying to kill us...

so why do I want to throw up each time Carlos hits one...

why do I feel my legs quake each time one hits the ground, bleeding out...

w-what are these things?...

And then, they're all on top of us. Carlos pushes me out of the circle.

"RUN!"

run?

how could he ask me to leave him here... I can't...

I can't just run away and let my only friend die to save me...

not because I stopped running.

"Carlos, I can't...!"

He glared at me, he looks so scary like this.

I couldn't finish my sentence, the words dying in my mouth...

dead.

Like everything else in this god forsaken place...

Why is he so angry with me... ?

I can't leave him...

please... stop looking at me like that.

"if you don't go then who is going to find that asshole brother of yours?! You gonna leave him alone?!"

and then it made sense...

he's giving me a chance to get to my brother, to protect him too...

I... I don't want to leave him... but... Alfred comes first...

forgive me... Carlos..

I ran, as ashamed as I am to say so...

I ran as fast as I could...

I only looked over my shoulder once... long enough to see Carlos smiling at me as he was pulled into the shadows...

the crowbar forgotten on the ground.

The last thing I saw of him...

I don't remember much... it comes in bits and pieces, maybe that's adrenaline...

maybe it's fear...

but my memory of that time comes in fragments.

Running.

Searching.

Opening room after room...

I couldn't find him...

I couldn't find my twin...

I began to lose hope...

was Carlos right?

Was I really the only survivor left on campus... now that he was gone?

Finally my legs gave out...

I can't run anymore...

I doubt I could even stand up...

my body is numb...

what does it matter...

there's nothing to run for...

Alfred is dead...

Carlos is dead...

I can hear them.

Those monsters have come...

The gasps, the moans, the heavy breathing, and footsteps.

They're gathering around me...

it doesn't matter anymore...

they'll eat well.

I close my eyes.

This is it...

I'm sorry... Carlos...

I wasn't worth your life.

I don't have to open my eyes to know what that screech means...

They're attacking.

I'm going to die...