"Fuck."

Blood was seeping from the wound quickly. I tried to cover it with my hand, but the red thick liquid was dribbling through my fingers, making it hard for me to keep it there.

"Go round here" he pointed to a small path through the woods, "we're getting closer."

"We betta be, because you need help and you need it fast. I'm so sorry..." I began, but he waved the words away.

"Don't be, you had to do what you did, otherwise we would be having a very different conversation, right now." He breathed out faintly.

"The bullet was meant to miss you, I didn't mean..."

"Stop!" He commanded, "no, more on this subject."

I pulled him up further and carried on walking. He was getting heavy and my legs were exhausted, but we had to continue on.

He looked round my shoulder and sighed. "It's too quiet, where are they all?"

I pushed him closer as he began to drop. The weight was becoming too much.

"Come on quickly, where do I go now?" I asked as we reached the side of a road.

"Up here, but keep to the side, don't walk in the centre, we have more of a chance of being spotted." He pointed up the road. In the distance a group of buildings could be seen between the trees.

"Are we nearly there?" I asked him nervously

"Kind of, just carry on and don't think about it." He told me as we limped up the lane.

The woods were too quiet, so silent that it was extremely chilling.

Trying to take my mind off of it, I asked "What's your name? I never asked before."

"Carter. Cater Mathew Dove. And your's?"

"Isaac Armstrong"

We were nearly to the end of the road and were getting closer to the town. The sky was dirty and dark, giving us little light.

Carter stumbled for a second, then recovered himself.

"We're getting closer, just hang on." I reassured him, even though I didn't have the faintest idea where we were.

"Tell me your story." He grumbled.

We had reached the outskirts of the town and just like the one before, it was empty. We dodged the many cars that were stable in the road, trying our best to keep quiet.

"Well, I woke up one day without any idea of what had happened. My house had been turned upside down and my family had disappeared. I later found my brother in our car..."

I paused, not wanting to carry on.

He looked up at me and asked gruffly, "where is he now?"

I breathed out heavily and tried to avoid his stare. "Well...well... He's dead."

We walked past house after house in silence. Stumbling and groaning in pain, Carter was finding it hard to move on.

There they were, undeads. Standing around a empty car, smelling the car seat and wheels. I paused, Carter groaned in frustration. I hissed for him to stay still and silent. Confused, he looked around; that's when he saw them too.

I pulled him around and we ducked behind a large van.

"What are we going to do?" I whispered to him.

Carter put his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.

Knowing we had little time and not many options, I pushed his head down and under the van. He groaned in anger and tried to stop me, but once he was under, there he stayed motionless.

Moving round to the boot of the van, I had a clear view of the five undeads. Unzipping my bag, I uncovered two pistols, but as I searched around for ammo, I realised I had little left. Many of the boxes were empty. From checking the two guns, I discovered they were both full up.

I pushed the large pistol under the van to Carter, who took it.

Remember what he had told me, aim for the head to stop the brain.

I gulped down the wave of vomit that was emerging. My hand had started to shake again.

"Carter, I've changed my mind." I whispered "I don't want to do this."

He grumbled for me to shut up.

"Please Carter" I begged "I don't want to die."

"What else is there to do?" He hissed, pulling himself up from under the van.

I helped him up and together we sat motionless behind the van door.

"We could just find a back route. Behind the houses, away from this. Just think, you have a dead arm and we have little ammo. We're out of luck." I tried to persuade him. "I can't do this, my hand won't stop shaking. I'm so tried."

"Be quiet" he hissed. The crunching of gravel under shoes, stopped us. They were moving. We waited. Hours seemed to pass, before we checked to see the coast was clear. The things, seemed to have spotted something further up, and together as a group they were moving to see what it was. They were groaning and hissing hungrily.

Carter looked at me for a second and nodded.

"It's time." He pointed to a large two story house that had been painted a disgusting yellow , "there is a path round there to cut across, but we are going to have to cut across the street without them seeing us."

"Can you run? Do you still feel too faint to walk?" I asked

"I'm fine! Now let's hurry."

We picked up our bags and moved around the van. From there we rushed over to a small rundown car and ducked down, under the door. The undeads didn't seem to have noticed just yet. We moved from car to car, watching out as we went. When we finally reached the path, we both breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't stop shaking." I told him as we checked round the corner to see if we had been followed.

A loud noise growled suddenly. When we turned around, a large undead was running towards us, up the path. His arms were huge and covered in thick veins that were on the surface of his skin. His half mutated head, moved as his jaw opened to show off his rotting teeth.

Frozen to the point, I couldn't get myself to reach for my gun and he was charging closer and closer, his hands out ready to grab me.

Bang! BANG!

Two shots were released. Each one came from behind me and entered the undead's head. Splitting his skull, blood spurted out like a water feature, drenching me in it.

"Go' go, go!" Carter commanded as the undead fell.

Behind us, we could hear the roar of the pack. They had heard the commotion and were hunting us out.

Carter grabbed my arm and ran down the path, pulling me along. We made a sharp turn left out onto the opposite street and carried on running. I turned round to see about seven undeads charging after us.

Bang! Bang! I steadied the pistol and shot two in the head. Both collapsed, leaving five still chasing us.

"Quickly this way!" Carter pulled my arm sharply round another corner and round the back of an alley. "We're nearly there, but we can't guide these walkers to the building otherwise we will put the others at risk. We have to divert them elsewhere."

"Okay"

To find out what happens next, read 'Let Me In' which is now up! Thank you for reading!