S'up people! :D I really don't have much to say…
Reaver's mouth hung open wide as everything started to sink in. Charlotte had just vanished into thin air, with no trace at all. Paralyzed for only a second, Reaver looks for something to say.
"You lost my little sister?" There was no emotion behind it, just a hesitant silence that followed.
"I… I didn't lose her…" Texas says in a small voice.
"Move." Reaver pushes past her, walking towards the cemetery.
"I'm sorry." She calls, and you can see the slight shake of his head as he disappears into the fog. I sigh, and limp in the general direction he had gone. An uneasy task thanks to the thickness of the air. When I do find him, we walk in silence.
"What do you think happened to her?" I ask him.
"I… don't know. I don't want to know… I just want her to be safe." His fists are clenched, jaw tight. I felt bad for him, worse for Charlotte.
"Where do you want to start looking?" My head is starting to hurt.
"Anywhere… I don't care." A weak leader is one that makes irrational decisions based on emotions. We continue to walk until we here muffled voices.
"What was that?" I ask, startled.
"Huh?" Reaver down at me, obviously not listening.
"I heard something… someone." I whisper. Something flashes in his eyes, and he's grabbing his crossbow. I glare at him for making so much noise in doing so, and I crouched behind a headstone.
"You don't suppose—"
"Shh!" I hiss.
"Vat do you vant me ta do Vith da girl, boss?" The voices get louder as they come closer. This one was a bit Norwegian.
"I don't care! And be quiet! They could be anywhere, looking for her." Another voice, the boss.
"I'll leave 'er 'ere den." The Norwegian voice answers. They voices grow softer as they argue about a shortage on food. I pop up from behind the grave, but Reaver pulls me back down.
"What?" I growl.
"Let me go first, it could be dangerous." He insists, and crawls out from behind the stone. I roll my eyes. I wait, somewhat worried when he doesn't return for fifteen minutes. Then, as I'm resting against the stone a head pops out of nowhere. "It's safe!" He says joyfully.
"You scared me." I say flatly.
"Good." I follow him towards a building, probably for the people who water the flowers in the spring. It's eerily quiet. And now with the danger of others survivors, we have to keep out for more than one enemy.
"Where is she?" I ask. He doesn't answer, but starts peeking into random rooms. We try about four until we reach one with a sign saying Manager. Reaver tried the door knob.
"Locked," He states, looking around. "Give me one of your hair pins." He instructs, studying the lock. I have to think about what he's asking. Through everything, I've managed to completely forget about what a hair pin even is.
"Okay," I pull one of the few left in my hair out and hand it to him. He tries the lock again. It takes him a while, but finally the knob turns and there's a click.
"Charlotte?" Reaver asks softly, checking around the room. There, on top of a shelving unit, tied up, was Charlotte. Her eyes were wide. And they shifted over to the other side of the room. Our gazes slowly followed, and saw why she was so afraid.
"Oh dear lord." I sigh, grabbing my axe. One big ass, steroid infused zombies slowly turned around, one arm broken. He let out some sort of groan. Reaver readied the crossbow. Aiming right for his head, the zombie's right eye disappears in a flash.
"He's still standing." I breathe, amazed.
"Not for long." Reaver says, determined. He grabs a machete out from the inside of his coat, and rushes toward the zombie, slashing the arm that wasn't broken. The zombie flings his arm toward him. Reaver falls backward, clutching his side. "Damn, that's one strong zombie." He gasps. I carefully beeline for the giant zombie, strike him with the axe, and dodge an arm as it flies toward me. And for a few minutes I'm in, out, in, out. Until finally the zombie falls.
I pull Charlotte down from the cabinet, and rush over to Reaver. He's breathing in short gasps, face contorted, laying awkwardly on the floor.
"How bad is it?" I ask, kneeling beside him.
"I'll live." Is all he says.
"Is he going to be okay?" Charlotte asks me. I nod, sighing again. The amount in which I sigh has greatly increased since this all started.
"Can you stand up?" I look toward the door, suddenly remembering the Norwegian and his boss.
"Probably, we need to get out of here." He rolls onto his other side, and makes his way onto his feet. We find our way out of the building, and try to figure out where we had come from. As we navigate our way through the fog, we hear voices.
"She's gone, boss!" The Norwegian.
"What do you mean gone? The zombie get her?" The boss asks, clearly annoyed. We quicken our pace.
"No, I mean she's not 'ere!"
"What?" The Boss yells. We're nearly running, or there's me who is limping/skipping. "Those bloody thieves! When I get my hands on—" And we're at a full sprint, running and jumping past graves stones. Finally we meet the road again. And run in the direction of the truck.
"Get in the car." Reaver yells, shoving everyone into the two vehicles still working. I quickly made a count… we were all here.
"What? What happened?" Fairbanks looks scared. Jay starts to pull out his sword, but I quickly tell him there's no need.
"We just need to run." I tell him. I explain it to Emmett what's happening, he nods and pushed half the group into one of the car while reaver and I take the other. Somehow I get stuck in the driver's seat.
"Drive!" He yells, jumping in. I fiddle with the keys, the stick, everything. I had never driven anything but that motorcycle and the plane. "Go!" He urges me. I shove the stick into drives and hit the gas pedal. Then immediately break. A large figure stands in front of the truck.
"You kids are screwed."
So suspenseful, I know. Hope you enjoyed… until next time…
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