What. The. Hell. Am. I. Doing. I keep telling myself. I could back down now, just throw myself back in the cell and pray to God that they'll go easy on me. No. I can't. They won't and I can't hope for the sweet relief of death. It's all or nothing now. It's strangely quiet as I walk up the stairs. The lights are off, leaving the corridor almost pitch black. I shouldn't be able to see but for some reason I can see perfectly, as if I'm wearing some weird type of night vision goggles. Maybe there are a few perks to this zombie thing.
I freeze as I here someone mutter something I can't quite hear.

Shit shit shit.I hold my breath and wait, praying that no one comes round the corner I've tucked myself behind. When nothing happens I look into the offices that line half the corridor. Inside there are about five people, all sleeping. Some on cardboard, some on newspaper, but all definitely asleep. I breathe out a shaky breath and keep walking.

I reach an iron gate which locks off the front foyer. I panic as I see a slumped figure shift in the black. A groan rolls out of the body but it doesn't attack. I thank my lucky stars and turn around to try and find a back entrance. I look in every room but it's just more offices made into make-shift dormitories. I sigh as I feel hopelessness creep into my chest but just before I slide to the floor I spot it. A green sign with a man running to a door and an arrow.

"Thank you." I say to the ceiling and sprint as quickly and quietly as I can. A few turns later I find it. I slow as I see the red tape and 'Warning! Opening this door will activate the fire alarm.' I was out of options. "Fuck it." I whisper and push it open, going as fast as I can down the metal steps. Shouts cry from inside and with my new hearing I just catch a few lines.

"Where is she? What? Turn that alarm off!" I laugh a little, not slowing. I still don't know where I am but I try and find any scrap of memory of the map Alex drew for me. Yes the police station was on it, just a little away from the dock. I just hope I'm running in the right direction.

I don't. I run for hours, never getting out of breath thankfully but it doesn't stop the sun from creeping on the horizon. It'll be too dangerous once it's light so I decide I'll just have to hide out for a while. I search around and find a half collapsed and burnt out building. The only way is a small gap that I can just get through so none of the 'gang' I left behind will be able to fit through. The room I crawl my into is surprisingly spacious and bright but stinks of smoke. Here, in the place where I'm safe for a while at least, I start to cry.

Days, maybe even weeks of no rest, lots of pain and more fear than I've ever faced in my life has taken it's toll. Not only that but I am no closer to finding Tim than when I was before, if anything I'm further. I cry because I've been stupid, trusting people that should never be trusted and letting them take me and treat me the way they dead. I cry because even though I have to be strong, I've still just become an orphan and I never even got to say goodbye. I cry because I no matter how much I want to, I can't die. I cry because above all. I want to go home.
My sobs don't echo because of the amount of ash and debris that fills the room but I don't want to take any chances of them hearing me so I force myself to stop and simply allow the tears to fall into the dust.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. God I shouldn't have let you go. I'm sorry Tim, if your out there I promise, I'm coming. I won't stop until I stop. Please just hold on. Just please be alive." I whisper, rocking back and forth against the angled wall. The motion keeps me from losing it all together. I can't control what's happening around me, but I can control this. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Hold on. Hold on. It's not over yet. You're not done yet. You can do this. But I can't. I'm tired and my cuts in my skin have opened up again and the blood mixes with my tears on the floor. I lie to the floor, still sobbing silently and close my eyes. If I can just escape for a while I might believe that this isn't happening. Maybe the building will fall and crush me to death. Or maybe I'll just be trapped in the rubble, with no light, just pain. I feel scared of the thought and try and get back into the numb place I belong. I eventually find it but even now it isn't enough, the thoughts keep swimming in my head. Visions of what they'd do if the caught me again. I almost cry out it feels so real. I curl into an even tighter ball, trying to comfort myself. It doesn't work, just slows my sobbing.

"It'll be okay baby." I open my eyes and nearly hit my head as I snap up. There, under a slab of concrete, sits my mother.

"What?" She's pale but still beautiful.

"You'll get through this." I shake my head, nearly crying.

"No I won't and you're not real." I jump as a cold arm wraps around me. It doesn't feel right, like it's not really there.

"I know." She says and plants a ghostly kiss on my ash covered hair. "But what I'm saying is true. You're strong Abbey. Please believe it. You can get through this. Just hold on."

"But what if I can't?" But she's gone and I'm even lonelier than before. But my mind is taken by something much more worrying as I hear the rumble of an engine stop and footsteps coming closer.

"I think I heard something in here." A voice says. I can't move. A shadow crosses over the entrance and stays there. Now I can't escape.

"Send the kid in." Oh god.

Sorry it's so short and it's taken so long! I've just had a load of exams so that took up all of my free time. I promise I'll get more up now that my homework will reduce! (fingers crossed) Anyway I hope you still like it and let me know what you think should happen next and what you think of it so far. Thank you so much for reading it as well.

JinxMagic x