The Damned

by xXJAngelXx

Jaz is 16 and only trying to survive. With cannibal grownups roming the streets and crazy bloodthirst teens, it's tough. To survive she's had to harden, keep very few people close to her. Having survived for 2 years she thinks she's seen the worst the world could throw at her, that is until the grownups begin to change, and she's thrown back into the fiery pit of hell. The Enemy

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Jared was on the roof of the mall. His job was to watch the perimeter of the building to make sure there were no grownups hanging around. Dillon was on the other side of the roof, napping. Normally Jared would let him nap, but right now was more important. They were supposed to be keeping an eye out for the war party.

He stood up and walked over to Dillon and kicked him in the leg. He looked up wearily.

"What?" he said rubbing his eyes. "Is the war party back?" Dillon had long red curly hair that any girl would be jealous of and was also very tall. He was filling in for Donavan who was down in the building probably playing chess or something.

"We're supposed to be looking out for the war party" he said mater of factly.

"So? Can't you do that." He stretched and closed his eyes again. Jared kicked him harder.

"Hey, jeez I'm up alright?"

Jared strolled back to his spot. One of his friends had gone on the trip with the war party, really his only friend- Jaz. He didn't really like anyone else in the mall, but he also didn't talk to many people either. About a year and a half ago she'd saved him.

He had been traveling with a group of friends, trying to find a safe place to set up. Only a few blocks away from the mall is a wreck center. He had seen it while walking past and wanted to check it out. When they'd gotten in, it smelt soar like sewage. They figured it must just be the water in the pool gone bad. It was dark outside and they were desperate to find a place to stay. He knew it hadn't been the water that stank but they were all exhausted. If it had been any other time they would have all turned tale not risking the chance of encountering any grownups.

They made their way along the hallway slowly. Not having any flashlights they couldn't see the signs of grownups everywhere. They came to the end of the hallway to where a window to the pool was supposed to be. It was broken and all around the pool stood grownups. Alice, Jared's friends little sister screamed. All the grownups turned towards them and began to run.

Jared scooped up the little girl and headed back to the exit. He was stumbling and tripping over everything in the darkness, but he still managed to stay upright. This group of grownups was fast though. They cot up to them fast and took down 2 of his friends, one being Alice's brother. She screamed and thrashed telling Jared to go back for him but he knew he couldn't. His main focus now was to get her out of there. It was the only thing that kept him running, kept him ahead of the enemy.

He bursted through the doors and saw 5 grownups straight ahead, so he turned left. He glanced behind him and saw none of his friend.

Damn it, Damn them! He thought. There were tears in his eyes blurring his vision, but he could clearly see another group the way he was headed, but it wasn't grownups. It was kids, nearly twenty of them running strait towards him. He felt a flood of relief. Just then the grownups cot up and pulled him back. They pulled and tiered at his clothes. Alice was crying and screaming but Jared held her tight. If he was going to die, it might as well be for something or someone.

He heard shouting and in a few moments a father that had practically been lying on top of him was thrown off. He looked up surprised; he could see a girl wrestling with a beastly father on the ground, the one that had been on top of him.

He loosened his grip on Alice but she was now clinging on to him, sobbing and terrified. He stood up and limped over to the father and the girl with Alice still in his arms. Jared saw the girl who was now being pinned by the awful father and kicked him hard in the head.

The girl scrambled up, grabbed her club that she'd dropped battered the father until he stopped moving. She looked utterly mad, her clothes splattered with blood and an undeniable look of blood lust in her eyes.

Dropping to his knees in front of this girl he didn't know what to say. He didn't cry, he felt like every last bit of energy had been ripped out of him. He looked at Alice in his arms, and back up to the girl. She said something that didn't register, and then, he fainted.