Run till your feet bleed

My name's Mary-Lee, but now everyone calls me Lee. It was ten days ago when it spread. No one knows what "It" is exactly and now no one can find out. I was with my little sister when the first adults turned into "Zombies" or whatever you want to call them. I know who did it but I don't know where he is. My sister was bitten, this means we have to worry about more than just surviving, is that even an option if she turns into one of them. Now this is the part where I tell you it's okay, that this isn't real or that everyone survives. I wish I could. But my mum told me never to lie.


2. The world is ending




That´s when we saw them. 


The mum´s and dad´s were shuffling towards us at a surprisingly fast rate. For some reason all I could think was that I didn´t know the boys name, it would be helpful to scream something as I was ripped apart. No. I couldn´t think like that. I pushed him backwards and we started running, I could already feel him getting out of breath from carrying my sister. We sprinted, our feet pounding against the ground. After what felt like hours, we stopped running. We were really lucky, normally they sniff you out and corner you so you have nowhere to go. That night we busted the front door of a bunch of flats and stayed in one of them. We checked to make sure no one else was there, then I laid Alice on the bed of one of the bedrooms. She was asleep but I woke her to feed her a tin of peaches I found in the cupboard. "Are we going to be okay?" she croaked. 

"yes, we´ll be fine," I lied, my sister was smart and I could tell she knew I was lying but she didn´t say anything. After Alice ate, she went to sleep. I could feel tears on the brim of my eye but refused myself of that luxury, "we´re one of the lucky ones," I said to myself. I walked to the Living room and sat next to the boy who had his head in his hands. There was no point interrupting his moment so I checked the place out. It was on poor condition with wallpaper peeling off but someone had mad an effort to make it there own. The kitchen was paint hot pink and black, not my type but pretty nonetheless. I tried to ignore the split food and overturned chair that showed obvious signs of a struggle. The hallway was plain taupe, stained with light dustings of blood. What confused me was the lack of blood on the floor. Lifting up the rug showed I was wrong. What started as something to take my mind off our current situation turned sour. I went back into the living room the distract myself with a little conversation. "What´s your name?"  I asked the new boy.


"Josh, yours?" 


"Mary-Lee but call me Lee," I replied. He laughed harshly. That kinda pissed me off, "What´s so funny?" I spat.  


"It´s just things like that don´t really matter anymore," He said lifting his head. I was going to shoot back another comment when he decided that he was bored of me, so he stood up and walked to the bathroom. I scoffed, i could hear the taps running and knew he was probably washing himself, I had done that the first chance I got. "What a dick!" I thought. 10 minutes later he came through. I was stunned, behind that grime and blood, he was kinda… good looking. He had blond hair Bieber style with startling blue eyes. He looked at me with disgust at my obvious lust. Who cares? The world is ending.

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