There was a tiny room filled with toys and beanbags, which I was guessing was for storage. It was quiet, no one was in there.
Taking my place on a large yellow cushion, I sunk into it and let a sigh. I can't even remember the last time I had sat down. It wasn't till now that I realised how tired I was. My legs felt like heavy bags of sugar and I struggled to lift my arms. If I could only sleep.
The door burst open and the flashlight guy came stomping in. He watched me, waiting for me to say something.
I remained silent.
He coughed then spoke, "Tell me what happened."
He didn't seem angry this time, only frustrated. So, I spoke.
I told him how Carter had found me and helped me get here, but we had a few problems on the way. I described how we blew up the sherif department and how Carter got injured.
"Is he going to be alright?" I asked.
He shuffled his feet around and then said, "yeah, probably."
His stupid answer annoyed me, he acted as if he didn't care!
"What's your name?" He asked.
I looked up at his face and told him "Isaac."
He nodded and informed me he was called Kamesh. He then carried on and told me he was born in India but moved to America after his father had been given a job here.
"Right.." I was shocked he was telling me all of this, I had only met the guy.
He nodded once again and then told me to follow him.
He lead me back into the kitchen area. Carter was still on the floor and now surrounded by people. Each one was whispering to one another and the room was hot with tension.
"Can you help him?" I asked.
They turned around, shocked to hear my voice.
A older man with blond ashy hair and stubble replied, "we have managed to take out the remainder of the bullet fragments, but he has lost a lot of blood."
Worried, I asked him what would happen next.
He didn't know. Nobody did.
"You hungry?" Kamesh asked, looking over at the Carter's body.
"I don't know if I can ever eat again. I may have just killed a man!" I hissed at him, throwing my hands in the air.
He suddenly pushed me, making me stumble back but I eventually managed to keep my footing.
"What the hell was that for?"
He shrugged, "you were freaking out."
My face begun heating up and I tired hard to keep my trembling fists down. What a asshole.
He walked away swiftly, ignoring my anger.
Frustrated, I sat down at the dining table and watched as they worked on Carter, knowing I couldn't do anything to help.
"Hey." A petite woman came and sat down next to me. She flicked her dark black hair behind her shoulder as she turned to look at me. For a while I didn't speak, she just watched me with her giant round eyes.
"Hello." I eventually replied.
She nodded at Carter, "thank you for saving our friend. We may not seem like it, but we are very thankful."
I couldn't take my eyes off of her hands. She kept twitching her fingers and rubbing them against each other. Was she nervous? Stupid question, everyone was.
"Um, yes. Okay, thank you. Cool." The words started flooding out of my mouth without reason. I could feel my cheeks getting hot with embarrassment.
She flicked her hair again and began twisting strands round her fingers. She watched me blush, smiling.
I turned away and returned to watching Carter.
"That's my sister." She pointed to a woman with a giant stomach and short brown hair. She then smiled, happy that she had caught my attention again.
"Is she the pregnant one?"
She laughed, "yep! Her name is Mona and mine's Roselyn. Don't forget it."
Roselyn winked at me, then got up from the table and walked away.
I watched her as she walked to her sister, put her arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. Roselyn then looked around to me, catching my stare.
I quickly looked away. Once again, my face were on fire.
They had stitched up Carter's shoulder, but he was still out cold.
Kamesh and a woman had rushed to the front of the kindergarden with guns and wooden boards. Mona had told me that a group of undead were passing and currently around the building. Kamesh was going to take some out and then make a barricade for the door.
I suddenly remembered my bag of guns that I had left in the hall, when I was carrying Carter. Excusing myself from Mona, I went to go and find it.
I came across it behind a few dusty cardboard boxes. I began searching through, checking nothing was missing.
" I didn't do anything!" A voice could be heard in a nearby room. A female.
"You stay with me, bitch." It was a male voice, but I didn't recognise it.
"You can't control me."
Slap! The noise echoed down the hall.
"How dare you hit me!" He shouted, " I should have never of saved you from those undead. I should of left you to be ripped apart."
"You are a bastard, Benjamin" she shrieked. Footstep could be heard. She was running away.
Looking around the corner, I caught sight of a tall skinny man with his arm in a cast. He stood for a while in silence, his back was to me and he seemed to be starring at the ground. Suddenly, he turned around and spotted me.
"What the hell did you just hear?" He spat
I shock my head, but he began walking towards me. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me towards him forcefully. He was breathing heavily as he looked straight into my eyes.
"Don't poke your nose into what isn't your business, new kid. Otherwise, the next time I catch you doing it, I will punch it in. Understand?" He spat at me.
I nodded, finding it had to respond. He had me hanging so far from the ground that I couldn't reach it with my feet. His tight hold had me breathless.
"Please, I promise." I whimpered like a coward. I began to worry that he was going to smash my face in. He looked mad enough to.
After a few seconds, he let me loose. Falling to the ground, I scrambled to grab my bag. Before I could get to it, he had already gone.
Want to find out what happens to Isaac next? 'Dead End' is up! Hope you enjoyed reading!