*Hey guys! I worked hard on this chapter and hope it shows! On my computer it shows it as four pages but from a Wattpad point of view its probably a lot smaller than that. Only a couple more chapters to go! Thank you for reading my story and look out for more in the future. Possibly a sequel to this book? It sound uncommon to continue a fanfic so I thought I'd give it a try. Please review and comment(even though its same thing) ! I want to hear your thoughts on the whole thing!

Shaylin POV

How to describe the feelings going on inside me; now that's difficult. And there really never was a teen novel about a girl whose father turns into a fucking monster from a virus that's killing humanity! All I can really do is sit here frozen in place like a mindless idiot while someone else helps me walk. My mind is going in so many different directions and I can't think straight. So many things are still worrying the shit out of me.

Miley and Timmy are no where in sight, they could be dead! This woman could kill me any second-but why would she be helping me if that was her intention? And Jake, my father, is dead while his body is now being used for the virus. I'm so confused and need to resolve this.

A cough escaped my lungs and my breaths shortened. How long had we been running? About three, five minutes? Drops of sweat rolled down my face. The woman still looked as flawless as ever; I, on the other hand, am fixing to pass out from hyperventilation. Later I'm asking her what her secret is.

"Umm...Could we like...slow down a bit?" I asked between gasping breaths, she glanced back. "If you want to die, then sure, be my guest."

Never mind...

The look on Ja-my fathers face flashed before me, permanently implanted in my brain. Heartbroken. It makes my chest ache...or is that my lungs again? The sound of the collapsing walls from behind sent an echo throughout my ears. The cough came back, worse this time, and a strike of pain shot across my chest. I slowed down to a stop and bent over with my hand on my knees taking in sharp, quick breaths.

Seeing me getting behind, she stopped and walked back to me. "Do you have asthma?"

Waiting for the pain to pass I sighed. If I took in air past a certain extent my lungs would cramp up and my breathing will stop. It only takes a couple of seconds for it to go away, but when you need air it's a challenge. Back in P.E. this would happen, which explained my D+, and my chest would feel twenty times heavier. After a while I got to breath again and my lungs filled with air. She sighed.

"Maybe you should've got this checked out."

"Yeah," I muttered, "Maybe."

The ground let out a rythmed series of shakes and the wall from around the corner crumbled down. My eyes burned when the smoke filled the area and a scream pierced through the night. It's as if I could feel what it was feeling, which is creepy, I know. When it grew louder my wrist was grabbed once again and I was hauled down the tunnel.

She pushed the big door open and closed it behind me. Quickly, I began pushing medium sized crates against it, hoping to buy some time. It probably was a waste of time, but anything to help slow it down is good enough. Also, I don't want to see what he became. My dad is gone, he died and the virus occupies his body. That's just how it is, I know that now.

Sometimes, you've just gotta say screw it and remember that all things happen for a reason. There has to be some rational explanation for my friends getting hurt, my mom leaving me, my dad dying before my eyes within seconds of knowing about it, right?

"It's wont work," she said, then took off towards the train.

Seriously, how does she do that in a short dress and heels?

While she ran around back I hurried over to check the passenger side for an entrance. My legs felt like jello and the vibrations didn't help as the metal door was pounded against. The floor under me turned to liquid and my legs gave out, I soon found myself sprawled on the floor. With a deep breath I pushed myself back to my feet, the train just five feet away. Finding my balance I hobbled over to the window to find a door, inside or out, it didn't matter. The breath was knocked out of me as something stabbed me from the side, sending blood down my hip.

I screamed in pain and it chunked me into the back corner of the train. My left arm throbbed once it came into contact with the rough edge of the metal wall and a loud popping noise that could be heard in Atlantis came from my back, my body bent backwards like some weird yoga move. I hit the floor with a thud and my head thrived in pain. By now, that little blood was now a pool underneath my broken body.

I waited as it brought its arm back to strike the final blow, but it screeched. "You again." The woman said stepping between us with an empty tube of lipstick in her hand. The metal suite it had was gone and nothing but skin remained. It's claws were now longer and teeth razor sharp. The door broke open.

It swiftly knocked her out of the way and picked me up around the shoulders. The door hit its back which only made it madder at me. I felt its grip tighten as the sounds got closer.

Trying not to look at the monsters I closed my eyes, too afraid to move. The sound of a rope got louder and there was a crash of broken glass. The woman called for me to escape and run to her on the other side, but the grip was tight and I was nine feat in the air. The mutant came up from behind and my eyes met his.

The body was unrecognizable. With the jaw hanging loose and nothing on the body except for muscle, the head being the only exception, it looked like a giant organ. But hey, that's what skin is, right? Blood covered him and his brain was exposed like a Lickers. One arm was gone while the other was down to the floor. A huge eye stared into my soul with ripped clothes dangling everywhere.

"Dad-" He ran towards us and tossed us both into the crates.

When the one holding me let go and screamed I crawled away quickly. Blinking several times to clear my vision, I see the woman running towards me. Everything seems to go hazy and dizzy, a ring going through my ears. She helped me up and threw a flame granade at them and the crates. It sent them afire in a pit of dispare.

Once I got on my feet my voice came out a whisper, "I'm okay."

"Shaylin, get to the train." She ordered, then covered us with a plank of wood as the second granade exploded.

"But-" She cut me off. "Divers side through the broken window, NOW!"

Knife-sharp nails tore through the wood and knocked her over. Her head hit the metal edge of the train and fell to the cement ground. The mutant grabbed me and pulled his arm back. I looked over at her limp, still body and the flame inside me flickered out. My gaze fell him, who was walking towards me ready to help the monster finish me off.

A tear ran down my face and I accepted my fate with the feeling of knowing how it would end all along. "I'm sorry, Dad."