Attempt at Shelter
I grab Matt's wrist and pull him behind a large boulder. The zombies stagger past. I let out my breath. My heart is pounding. I release his sleeve. Whatever happened out there, I don't know, but it's something I don't want to be a part of.Matt gathers some leaves in a small pile and rests his head on them. "Makeshift pillow," he says, when I ask him what he's doing. I make a pillow, too, and we try to sleep.
I can't fall asleep. It's too cold. And dark. Somehow, it's managed to get so dark that I can't even see my hand two inches in front of my face. This isn't even possible. I can't see anything. It's as if I'm blind. But I'm not. I fumble around and find two stones. They're fairly dry. I scrape them together until a spark pops up. I let out a breath. I'm not blind. Good.
Matt shifts in his sleep. His arm lands on my knee. I put a hand in front of his nose to see if he's breathing. He is. Good. I curl up next to him and squeeze my eyes shut so hard that white shapes drift across my eyelids. I open my eyes and shiver. It's cold... so, so cold.
The groaning of the zombies has mostly subsided. I pull my jacket on and squeeze my legs up to my chest. The night breeze ruffles my hair.
Wait a minute. There's no breeze.
I slowly turn around, my heart pounding. Right behind me, breathing on my neck, is a shadowy figure. I scream and knock it back with my elbow.
A muffled "Ow!" replies. I rub my eyes and strain to see who it is. I can just barely make out a blonde-haired girl with hazel eyes. She sits up, rubbing her stomach where I'd punched her.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"I'm- I'm- well, the best I can remember..." she trails off. "I'm Holly. I think."
"Welcome to our camp, Holly," I tell her. She pats me on the back and makes her own leaf pile. Within seconds, she's fast asleep. I can barely hold my eyes open. I guess that scare tired me out. I lie down and close my eyes.
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