Still taking in your votes. I know, you've sent in so many, I just can't keep up. That's sarcasm. I'm going to quit this story, unless multiple people disagree. This may be the last chapter, so I'm sorry if it just ends.
Anyone who has an "Original Character" in this fanfiction please let me know if you're still reading, otherwise I am going to kill your OC.
"Shh…" Jay shushed me. I sucked in a breath and he covered his hand over my mouth. "Shh." His hand was now wet with my tears. The others had no clue what was going on, and I don't know if I really did either. "Please calm down, please." Jay whispered. He put his hand down and grabbed a nearby gun. "You good?" He asks. I nod.
The sun was just about to rise; the rest of the group was still fast asleep inside the shelters, while Jay and I had been up all night watching the fire. The island had an eerie quietness to it. The trees behind us didn't move with the ocean breeze as it usually did. The sky was laced with clouds that looked as though they would bring rain soon.
"They're close." He hissed. "Go wake the others, careful though." I do what he says and begin the trek to the other side of the beach that stretched across the whole island's perimeter. I passed the rocks I had climbed the afternoon before and then I would cross the low palm trees hiding the shelters.
I had gotten as far as the rocks when I heard something.
Crack.
Hissssssssss.
An infected head appeared. I cried out for Jay who responded with a "Shit!" and "I'm coming!" He sprinted over and just as he got here he realized he still had a gun in his hand. He rammed into the zombie and shot its brains out.
"Nice shot." I breathe barely above a whisper.
"Thanks," He looks toward the tents. "That should wake 'em up."
"Jesus!" Texas hissed as everyone exited the shelters.
"Are you insane?" Bavaria asks.
"No. Well… yeah, but this isn't the time." Jay shrugs as another zombie exits the jungle. He blows it's brains to bits in one shot.
"How far done are we with the raft?" I ask, thinking quickly. Adrenaline rush.
"Uhm… just a few more adjustments to make." Nick says thoughtfully. Then turns toward the raft, which was located near the shelters.
"Good, good. Anything important?" Reaver catches onto my thinking just as quickly.
"Well, it could possibly save our lives… than again it could be useless." Nick scratches his head.
I shrug, "We can take the risk. Le'go."
"Are you sure?" Kory asks me. Two zombies run at us with full force. Jay shoots one and Fairbanks cracks the others skull open with the tip of her shotgun.
"Very. Move." I command.
We hurry to grab everything we need. Compass, maps, weapons, etc. But it seems we're not fast enough, the infected are coming at us with more and more each time. And when we finally get the raft into the water, just as the sun is visible, we realize something a little different about these particular zombies.
"What are they doing?" Bipolar asks as Kory and Reaver push the raft out into the water as far as they can before they have to swim.
"They're… they're swimming!" Charlotte gasps.
"Impossible!" Nick growls.
"Maybe not," I turn to him. "I think these guys are a little more advanced."
"Push faster!" Russia hisses at the Kory and Reaver.
"Trying!" Kory growls.
"Try harder."
"Communist." Kory mumbles. Russia reaches down and smacks his head. The two boys jump onto the raft as Nick and Bavaria paddle away from the beach with two sticks. The zombies were splashing into the water like the mindless freaks they were. They swarmed at the end of the beach, toppling over each other at the water's edge just to get to us. But it appeared as though Nick was right (again) and the zombies could not swim.
"Hah!" Nick points in my face. "I was right!" He smiles to himself. "Not like I doubted myself, of course."
"If you're so smart than I would appreciate it if you could figure out how to get us out of the ocean." I say, creeping away from the edge of the raft.
"Hand me a map." He sighs as Reaver hands him one of the maps that had proved useless until now. Nick stayed quiet while he studied it.
I was truly exhausted. I had not slept since the morning before and was slowly falling asleep to the rocking back and forth of the waves on our wimpy little raft. The sun was hot overhead but it didn't keep my eyes from shutting besides my best attempt at staying awake. Things were quiet now, people too tired to speak. And with that I fell asleep.
Like everyone when they dream, the first thing I saw was a dark tunnel. It then opened up into a small room. There were two chairs. I was in one, the other and its occupant sat faced toward me. It was Emmett…
"Look at me." He says stiffly, which confuses me since I am already face to face with him.
"You let me die." This left by paralyzed. What was I to say to that? I mean… it was true, wasn't it? "I didn't let you die." He adds.
"You could have." I retort. He blinks. "You really should have." I mumble.
"Whatever. None of this is my fault. Go back to your perfect little world out there. I don't want you here anyways."
"Then why am I here?" I ask.
He shrugs, "You're dreaming."
"Why would I want to dream about you?" I hiss.
"God knows." He shrugs again. "Coincidence, guilt, fear… maybe you just miss me. And all that's left of me is up here." He taps my head.
"Makes sense." I nod, understanding.
"Of course it does. I'm logic. I'm your reasoning. I'm just a figment of your imagination." He rambles. Than looks at me and glares like I was supposed to be saying something.
"So… what's it like? Being dead?" I ask out of curiosity.
"None of your damn business what it's like." He answers.
"'Course. Don't have to be mean about it." I say. He just glares in response.
"It's time for you to wake up now. Get out. Scram." He pushes me back in my chair, but grabs the leg before it hits the ground and I'm suspended in midair. "One more thing." He says. "We weren't far from Australia when we crashed the plane. It's somewhere west of the island. And uh… don't get wet." He let the chair fall.
And fall I did.
"Christ!" I gasped as a surge of cold water flooded the raft. The part of the group that wasn't fast asleep stared at me, wet and miserable.
"I knew it wouldn't last long." Nick says, not taking his eyes off me. Part of him looked amused.
"You act like you know everything," Bavaria rolls her eyes.
"It's not acting." Nick wiggles his eyebrows. Bavaria shoves him. It was these two, then Russia and Kory that were still awake.
"You're so full of yourself." Kory squints his eyes at Nick.
"And that's a lot coming from this dick." Russia laughs.
"You know it." Kory smiles.
"Not always." Nick says to himself. But no one else seemed to be listening.
I will say it again.
Still taking in votes for biggest idiot.
Anyone who has an "Original Character" in this fanfiction please let me know if you're still reading, otherwise I am going to kill your OC.
I wish you all a pleasant time between now and the next chapter. LAWLZ. ^.^ Gimme some feedback. PWEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEE.
/1_/1
(= ' . ' =)
(")-(")