22. Going HomeA Chapter by CompellingComposerThe final chapter!
Carrie:
The battle was over. Weary, I collapsed in a pile of blood. I didn’t care though. My body was stiff and sore. I was forcing my eyes to stay open. Three days strait we had fought the zombies with our pitiful weapons and lack of training. We had won the battle, but I knew there was still more to come. It wasn’t over just yet. I took deep breaths and shivered, recalling the gory sights I had seen. The deaths that had been because of me. I didn’t care anymore, I was tired. I felt the warm blood seep into my clothes. I closed my eyes. “ It’s over for now,” I whispered. “ It’s over for now.” Nathan: I picked up Carrie, half of her drenched in blood. I sighed and picked her up. She seemed to be asleep. “ We need to leave. We can’t stay here forever,” I heard Vincent say. He still had a desk leg tight in his grip. Beside him was William, his clothes partially torn. I nodded my head in agreement, not feeling in the mood to speak. “ Let’s go. I want to go home,” Matilda said, leaning on Seth. Jayson was beside them. I looked at him, waiting for him to say something. Jayson: We decided that school was finally out. We were going home. I yawned. We walked together and beat down the locked, front doors. After an hour of struggling, we were free. I stepped out into the warm sunlight and felt a gentle gush of air brush against my face. This was war, now. This wasn’t over. It was still spreading. Everywhere we went, it would follow. Why? Because it was a disease. A disease of the dead. THE END.
© 2011 CompellingComposerAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 30, 2011 Last Updated on March 30, 2011 AuthorCompellingComposerNCAboutMy name is Megan and I have been writing poems since 4th grade and stories since 6th. I'm very, very young, as I've noticed from the ages of my fellow writers on this site. Yes, I am only 13, but writ.. more..Writing
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