The rain made it hard to sleep. It was heavy and hadn't stopped for the last hour. A soft patter of raindrops on the roof would of sent me to sleep, but this was so loud I couldn't hear myself think.

We were all trying to sleep on the pillows and rugs that were laid out on the floor. Mona was tightly rapped with a blanket, as if she was trying to hide or appear invisible. Her legs were pulled up to her large belly, and she had her arms around them. Maybe she was cold? Or scared.

Carter was still in the kitchen and Benjamin was keeping watch on him. I hope he wakes up soon. I feel like a stranger in this group, like I don't belong. None of them really seemed to be happy with my presence. I guess I had only been here a day. What did I expect? That they would all be hugging me and calling me a hero.

I shot Carter, I'm sure they want my head.

Roselyn lay in front of me, she had her eyes close but I could see faintly in the moonlight -that shone through the thin curtains - her mouth was moving. She was mumbling to herself. Maybe she spoke in her sleep. Her body was totally still and motionless, her mouth though was forming words.

"Help..help me Lord."

I could barely make out the words. She breathed them so lightly, that she probably couldn't hear them herself.

Was she praying?

After a while, I gave up trying to get to sleep. Soundlessly I escaped the bundle of cloth over me.

I needed food.

Tiptoeing over the dormant bodies, I managed to reach the door to the kitchen.

It creaked as I pushed it open. A few people shuffled and moved around, the noise frustrating them. I lightly closed it behind me, and ventured to the food storeroom.

I felt a bit bad for taking these people's food, but I hadn't eaten anything for about two days, and the lack of food was making me tired and weak.

They had hundreds of tins each carefully labeled. Surely a kindergarden wouldn't store this much food. They must have stolen this from the surrounding neighbourhood.

Taking a tin of tuna and peas, I cracked each open and dug in.

My stomach welcomed the food happily, but I still felt empty.

BANG BANG BANG!

Three shots went off.

Suddenly gun fire could be heard and screaming. I charged out the room to see what was going on.

I gasped at the sight of broken glass and a crowd of undead climbing into the building.

Kamesh and Benjamin held guns. As each one tried to enter they shot them off.

Knowing I needed my guns, I ran to find my bag.

I dug inside and pulled out a shotgun, I began checking the barrels for ammo. It was full. Heaving the heavy bag over my shoulders, I ran to the kitchen.

The undead just kept flooding in, tens of them. We tried to pick them off, but it was obvious there was only so much we could do.

BANG! My gun started smoking after the shot. BANG! Reload.

They were growing in numbers, and managing to climb into the building.

"Where are the others?" I screamed as I shot one in the stomach.

The undead didn't even flinch. The bullet went straight through its thin flesh, like a needle through fabric.

Kamesh came up from behind me with his pistol and shot it in the head. It fell to ground and stayed there.

"In the head, kid! Make the bullet count, they only fall to damage from to the head." He shouted as he filled his gun with bullets that he dug out from his pocket.

Benjamin ran over, shooting down nearby undead as he went.

"Shit! We have to get out of here, now! There are two cars round the back, kid. Get everyone in there. Kamesh, take Carter. I'll keep these off." He ordered us, his gun flaming from the continual shots.

I ran out the room to the hall, where the rest had taken shelter. After telling them what to do, we ran to the back exit. Pushing it open, we were out. The guy with the ashy blond hair, Quinn - I think his name was - unlocked the cars and helped Mona get in. The other two women jumped in with them.

"What should we do about the others?" I asked as Quinn started up the land rover.

Roselyn took my hand and asked me to keep her safe. I pulled away and told her I had to get Carter out.

She looked hurt, but I was too busy to care.

"Hey kid." The female voice from the argument I overheard, spoke. It was the tall woman with blond hair, she wore glasses and had a scar near her eye. "You stay here." She jumped out the car, "I'll get the others, don't argue! Sit!"

Knowing she wouldn't let me go, I gave her my shotgun and a handful of bullets.

"Keep Mona and Roselyn safe. Quinn stay here!" She shouted out before she went off in a mad rush.

We sat and waited, but the sound of gunfire made us fidgety and worried. How could we just stay here while they were fighting?

"Isaac?" Roselyn touched my shoulder and rubbed it, "hey, don't worry."

I moved away, and told her to leave me alone. She was getting one my nerves, why is she so needy?

She tried to touch my hand, but I brushed her off.

"I can make you feel better." She whispered into my ear.

I shuddered and tried to ignore her. She had a knack of making me feel awkward and I hated it.

Suddenly Kamesh ran through the exit door, with Carter held up against his shoulder. I jumped out the car and help them in.

"Where are the other two?" I looked around, they were no where to be seen. The gunfire had also stopped.

Kamesh shrugged "I have no idea, man."

The car was now full, meaning they would have to drive in the other four-seater. If they arrived, that is.

Several minuets passed.

"Quinn, if they don't come in ten minuets, we are going to have to leave without them!" I shouted out.

He shock his head, "we are not leaving without them."

Waiting here was making me nervous. Those undead could swarm though the door any moment and take my head off. Shit, what the hell are we going to do?

"I'm going in!" I shouted out

I pulled out a shotgun from the bag and ran through the doors, before they could argue against it.

Inside, it smelt like smoke. I charged down the hall and sneaked into the 'playroom'. Inside were over seven undead stumbling over plastic toys and chairs. I turned round and left before they could catch on.

Damn, where were these two?

Suddenly, I heard a scream. Running to the sound, I came to staff room door. It was crowded with undead and each one was trying to bash down the door. Trying the keep the door closed, were Benjamin and the woman. They were trapped.

I lifted my gun, aimed for the head and shot. I managed to kill off five, until the others got to close. I ran down the hallway with each of them following me.

Crap, crap, crap, double crap. Now I was trapped. The same words were circling my head. I was trapped.

They were catching up fast. Each one screaming and shrieking, hunger shone in their eyes.

BANG BANG! Benjamin must of escaped. Gunshot echoed down the hall way.

I carried on running till I got to a dead end.

Thinking my life was drawing to a close, I caught sight of a window in the ceiling. If I could climb up, I could get up onto the roof.

A bookshelf to the right of the window was my only chance. I began pulling the books off, clearing space for me to climb.

They were getting closer. I could see their shadows approaching.

Pulling myself up onto the bookcase, I realised it was screwed into the wall. It remained stable as I made my way to the top shelf.

The undead were beginning to crowd around the bookcase, several tripped over the mountains of books on the floor. They tried to reach up and grab my legs, but I pulled them up close.

Attempting to reach the window was harder then I thought it would be. It was only slightly out of my gasp.

I had to hurry, otherwise they were going to leave without me.

Stretching out my arm, one holding onto the shelf, the other trying to grab the window latch.

Come on, come on.

The undead were hissing and moaning; sweat pored down my forehead and neck. If I loose footing or my sweaty palm slips, I will drop to my death.

Read 'The Journey' to find out what happens next! I would love to hear your views on my chapters, please feel free to give advice or ideas for me to add to my stories!