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doublesidedice
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February 16, 2013 3:42pm UTC

Why are there so many creepers at the mall?
Everywhere you go, there is a guy staring at you or your friend's @$$...

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soccerdogg25
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September 18, 2013 9:19pm UTC

Creepers
Chapter 1
I ran, that’s really what I’m best at anyway. My partner, Everett Rosenfield, was right beside me. We were currently running down the dirt road we have come to remember, huffing and puffing as we lug our army styled backpacks on our backs, guns held closely in case anything jumps out at us. My heart is pounding and I just want to get back to the safe house. I hear a rustle in the bushes beside us and I whip around with my gun raised, but Everett quickly shoves it back down when he points to the squirrel running just past us. We're both a bit edgy as we continue running down the road.
I see the small trail leading to the safe house and I elbow Everett to get his attention. He follows my gaze towards the trail and nods. We hurry over to the trail and look around. When we see the coast is clear we run for it, sprinting along the path side by side, protecting each other’s backs from the unknown. When we see the safe house we knock the secret code on the door. We wait as we hear the door unlatch and high five each other for staying alive another day’s hike. When the door opens we are met by a smiling man who goes by the name of Hook.
Hook is pretty much our leader. Everyone calls him Hook because he has a hook where his left hand should be. He had lost it not too long ago fighting right beside Everett and I. Hook is the oldest of our small clan, about 50 years old. On his chin, he grows a long gray beard and kind of resembles a mean and nasty biker, but under his scary posterior is a nice old man. He kind of reminds me of Santa Claus, if I believed in such miracles anymore...
I smile back at him and hike up my pack as Everett and I walk in. “Another day’s work done and done,” I say.
Hook nods and looks over the both of us. “Did you get the supplies?”
Everett rummages through his bag for a moment before pulling out the supplies. A couple grenades, tnt, a lighter, and a couple other explosives. He throws them to Hook. “Of course we got ‘em. We’re your best team, we would never let you down.” He says and I laugh my agreement.
We all walk into the parlor of the old abandoned house. It’s a creepy old Victorian house, like what are always seen in the movies. The stairs creak when we walk up them and the paint is peeling off the walls. Some of the floorboards are sticking up out of the floor and it took some getting used to, so I didn't trip over them every other step. The place isn't too bad once you have a couple dozen people living there.
When we walk in we are greeted by a couple jeers from the guys. Sometimes it gets a little weird, since I’m the only girl around that fights with everyone else. There is one other girl, Sadie, who cooks and helps dress the wounded. That is, if there’s anything left of them. No one really pays her any attention anyway; she’s really just the maid.
Everett and I walk over to a table in the corner of the room. When we walk over one of the guys slaps me on the äss. He stops chuckling though when Everett shoots him a death glare. I blush slightly and he quickly leads me over to the table with his arm around my shoulder.
“Don’t let those guys treat you like you’re a piece of meat, Riley.” Everett scolds me in a hushed whisper.
“Yes, dad.” I roll my eyes at him and sigh. “I can take care of myself, Everett, don’t worry about it.”
I watch him take out a neatly wrapped sandwich from his bag and he splits it in two, handing me half. “Of course you can, but you’re my partner in crime. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
I smile, taking a bite from the sandwich and thinking back to before. “Hey, remember when we weren’t partners? Just best friends? And even before that, just classmates in math class?”
Everett scrunches his nose. “Yeah I remember.” He chuckles. “I also remember when the only gun I shot was on Xbox. And the only zombies I shot were in that game too.”
I focused my eyes on the dusty wooden table. “Yeah I remember that too.” I say in a sullen voice.
Everett looks over and his face softened, his smile dropping slightly. “Hey, we’ve made it this far. All we have to do is destroy that reactor at the power plant and get to the lab where they are making the vaccines so we can cure everyone.”
I nod. There are so many people out there in the woods, walking as the undead. It’s frightening to think of, even more so to see. My family and so many others, but hopefully we’ll get to the vaccine before it happens to us as well. “I know, Everett, sometimes it just scares me to think about it all. To think that just a couple months ago our lives were just as normal as they always were, and now there’s all of this.”

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soccerdogg25
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September 22, 2013 8:29am UTC

Creepers
Chapter 2
The buzz of my alarm clock wakes me from another dreamless night. My muscles feel stiff as I roll out of bed and pound on the alarm clock to shut it off. I glance over to Everett’s bed and see it already vacant. I change quickly and throw on my camo pants and a green sweatshirt. I also throw on my dog tag, which I hate wearing because it reminds me of the constant danger we’re all always in, and lace up my boots before heading downstairs.
I rub my eyes as I grab a bowl of porridge from the countertop and find Everett at our corner table. I walk over casually and sit down next to him.
Everett is glancing all around the house, taking it all in one more time. “I can’t believe we’re leaving,” he says. “We’ve been here the longest out of any other safe house.”
I nod, the old house has actually kind of grown on me a bit, but I’m glad to get out of this creepy place and keep moving closer towards the end of our journey. I take a bite of my food before saying, “I just want to go back to my own house and sleep in my own bed, but this place is a close second.”
Everett chuckles lightly, “Well maybe once this is all over we can go back to your house and pretend none of it ever even happened.”
I take a couple bites of my food. Did Everett just say ‘we’? As in he and I together? Yeah he did, but he probably didn’t mean it that way. I smile at him and nod. “Yeah, forget it ever happened… Good idea.”
Once we are finished with breakfast we both head upstairs to pack the small bit of things we own into our bags. I grab the picture frame with a picture of my family and carefully pack it into my bag then I roll up my sleeping bag and attach it to the pack. When we are both finished collecting our things, we head downstairs to wait for everyone else.
I pat the front door of the house as we leave and head down the trail towards the wide dirt road. I hold my gun tightly at my side and glance around the dense forest all around us, making sure nothing will pop out at us. We had scoped out the dirt road in small groups before heading out the day and we know the road pretty well. The next safe house is a couple days journey and it’s very close by to the facilities that we need to get to. We walk quietly, Everett by my side, as not to disturb anything that may be dangerous.
***
Not much happens during our trek down the road except for one misfire where one of the guys thought they saw a creeper, but it was just a wild boar. Yeah, anything that moves can pretty much scare the living right out of you, no pun intended. As the sun starts to set below the trees everyone starts looking for a good spot to set up camp. Everett and I are at the back of the team, since I am a girl and deemed unimportant to lose if a creeper attacks us from the back, even if I am one of the best shooters on the team. Everett and I stay on high alert and we are constantly checking over our backs to make sure everything is how it should be.
We find a nice spot to camp and everyone immediately spreads out to gather fire wood. Fire keeps away pretty much any living things, or in our case undead, that we don’t want in our campsites. Everett and I are put on lookout duty with a couple others. We move a little further from camp where the light from the start of the fire starts to dim. As we move further from the group I hear a rustling from the bushes not too far away. Everett points out a squirrel from where I heard the noise, so we sit down at the base of a tree, figuring nothing is too close by. We make small talk and watch around the quiet woods.
It has gotten late and we figure everyone must be hunkered down by the fire, so we are about to get up when I accidently snap a branch. We freeze and listen for a second to see if anything responds, but nothing happens. As we both start to stand up that’s when we hear it. The shuffling feet and the low moan of a creeper.
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March 5, 2013 11:58pm UTC

That moment when you realize how creepy Dora The Explorer was. She was followed by a creepy fox. And is followed all the time.Her parents let her go out alone at like what 5?

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soccerdogg25
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November 20, 2013 9:08pm UTC

Creepers
Chapter 17
Hunter and the men leave the room, the lights shut off and shortly after the chains robotically release us. Everett falls to the floor and I race over to him. I help him sit up and hug him tightly, crying quietly. He tests his joints and slowly wraps his arms around me, embracing me in the tightest hug ever.
“I’m so sorry, Riley,” he whispers in my ear, his head resting on my shoulder.
I bury my head in his chest and he rubs my back soothingly. We hold each other in silence for a long time. The darkness feels never ending and I’m scared of what will happen tomorrow. I do not want to be chained back to the wall as I watch Everett be beaten.
I look up at him. “Everett?”
He smoothly lifts his head from the crook of my neck. “Yeah, Riley?”
I blush and am glad for the darkness. “I just… I can’t watch you get hurt anymore.” I choke on my words. Everett smooths out my hair and holds me closely. He doesn’t answer me, but I’m positive he feels the same way by the way he is holding me. I clutch onto the hem of his shirt like it is my life line and bury my head in his chest. He rests his head back on my shoulder and I feel his lips press against the nape of my neck and shiver; his breath soft and warm against my skin. I tilt my head slightly to look at Everett and he lifts his head to meet my eyes. My breath catches in my throat as Everett leans into me and presses his lips to mine.
It takes me a second to comprehend that Everett is kissing me, but I quickly return it, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms snake tightly around my waist as he deepens the kiss. I lower my hands to his chest and slowly pull away, not sure how I should feel about what just happened.
“Everett, I-“
He cuts me off. “No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
I shake my head and kiss his cheek gently. “No, it’s not that. I just… We’re in the middle of a war, Everett… I’m just not sure now is the right time…”
He nods. “I understand, Riley.”
He caresses my cheek and I lean into his touch. He keeps his arms wrapped around me as we huddle in the dark corner together. I let silent tears fall down my cheeks as we sit together. I don’t want Everett to see or hear me crying.
Just as I am about to fall asleep, I hear the patter of tiny claws against the tile floor.
My eyes widen and I stand up quickly. Everett stands beside me and I feel something pull at my pant leg. I yelp and kick the rodent off my clothes. Everett stomps on some of the rats; I hear them squeak under his shoes. I feel one crawl up my pant leg and it starts to bite me, shrieking, I beat at my pants trying to kill the rat. It falls out as I feel another clawing at my leg. Everett and I kill the rats as quickly as possible, but still get several bites and scratches. I stand straight against the wall gathering my breath. I hear Everett sigh a low sigh. We move closer, our shoulders just touching, but Everett doesn’t put his arms around me like usual. It feels weird not to feel his touch, but I guess I understand why he doesn’t. I feel too drained to cry anymore, so I just thump against the wall and fall asleep.
When I wake there is a chain locked around my wrists. I see Everett chained across from me. I glare at the tile floor in aggravation as I hear the door creak open. Everett pulls against his chains, but I don’t even look up. Hunter kneels beside me and lifts my chin. I look past Hunter and see Everett’s eyes bug out when Hunter touches me, then he slumps his shoulders and bows his head. I glare into Hunter’s piercing green eyes. He caresses my cheek and I turn away from him.
He whispers into my ear, “I hate doing this to you. Why don’t you just tell me where your little gang is headed?”
I look at Hunter and spit in his face. “Over my dead body.”
Hunter frowns and I feel his taser up against my body. I scream and cringe against the taser as it shocks me. I stop fighting then, not feeling enough strength to keep fighting. I fall and huddle in a shuddering mass on the floor. I hug my knees and cry out as he tases me again. My tears spill onto the floor and I’m pretty sure I can hear Everett screaming at Hunter, but I’m not positive because all the sounds meld around me and I pass out.
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November 24, 2013 2:45pm UTC

We are the people our parents warned us about.

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soccerdogg25
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November 2, 2013 7:20pm UTC

Creepers
Chapter 14
When I wake up I realize I am slung over someone’s shoulder. As we walk my vision starts to clear and I prop myself up on the boy’s shoulder. I realize that it’s Everett carrying me and I mumble into his ear.
“Put me down, Everett.”
He looks up at me and lowers me to the ground. “Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I say as I brush his hands off my shoulders.
He puts his hand on my forehead and mumbles something about me being warm. “We’re going to stop in another hour or so. Do you think you can manage until we stop? Then I can fix you up.”
I nod. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a nuisance lately…”
He shakes his head. “No you haven’t. You’re hurt and sick just like I was. Sometimes you just can’t control your body.”
I frown not liking his answer. I am too in control of my body. I walk beside Everett without my bag; he won’t let me carry it. It’s much easier to follow along without carrying the weight of the bag, but I also feel much more useless.
“Everett? How long was I gone?” I’m not sure I want to know the answer, especially after he way he tenses after I ask. I gulp as I wait for him to answer.
“Four days,” he says.
I blink. I didn’t think it had been that long. I hook my arm through Everett’s and hang onto him. I grind my teeth before saying, “I missed you.”
Everett’s face flushes before he answers. “I missed you too.”
I chew on my lip. “I never thought I’d see you again…”
He looks at me sternly. “Of course you would, Riley. I made sure of that. I was so worried.”
I nod and rub a sore spot on my shoulder. I whisper, “Okay.”
We walk in silence until the sun starts to set. Hook directs us into our jobs for the night. When he doesn’t give me a job, I grabmine and Everett’s bags and set up a spot to sleep. It annoys me that I cannt climb a tree to sleep. I set up my sleeping bag and doze until I feel Everett sit down beside me. I sit up and rub my eyes as Everett passes a bowl of food to me. I eat quickly, scarfing down my food. He gives me a couple of pills to take for my fever after I finish my food.
“How much further do we have to go?”
Everett pulls out a map and stares at it for a minute. “Well we started in Miami and travelled upwards. I think we are about half way to D.C. by now at least. Probably in Georgia somewhere.”
I nod, sighing at how far we still need to go. The lab that we need to get the vaccine from is all the way in D.C. and we have been travelling the whole way on foot.
It’s a long walk.
“We’re going to hit a town tomorrow,” he says.
I perk up a little. “Really? Is it big? Are we staying there? Do you think there are other people there? I sure hope not…”
He chuckles. “I’m sure there won’t be anyone there. We aren’t staying, but Hook wants to search for supplies.”
I nod excitedly. “Maybe we could find a car or a bus! How awesome would that be?!”
“Pretty awesome. How awesome would it be to find some better food than beans and rice?”
I laugh. “Now that would be something.”
He grins. “Like chocolate cake and ice cream.”
I groan in wanting. “Or spaghetti and meatballs or chicken parmesan.”
Everett licks his lips. “You’re making me hungry.”
I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder. “When we go home the second we get in the door I’ll make us some.”
Everett sighs and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Sounds like a great plan, Riley.”
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soccerdogg25
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October 28, 2013 8:36pm UTC

Creepers
Chapter 12
I hear the soft humming again and it brings me back to reality. I keep my eyes closed and listen to Everett humming as he strokes my hair. We are just as we were when he had gotten sick, except that our roles are now reversed; my head in his lap and him looking over me. I open my eyes and blink a couple times, looking up at Everett, the moon casting a shadow on his face.
He looks at me and breathes, “Riley...” He looks absolutely relieved to see me awake.
“Hi to you too, Everett.” My voice is hoarse, but I managed a smile.
He looks like he wants to hug me tightly, but I think he is afraid I will break. My breathing is slightly more shallow than usual from my ribs. Someone set my fingers and put them into splints. I’m not sure if anyone has seen what is left of my skin under my shirt between the burns and the shredded skin from the whip, but any time I shift, my face contorts in pain.
Everett notices right away and he tries to put me in a position most comfortable for me. “I’m so glad to see you,” he says, smiling ear to ear.
“I didn’t think I was coming back,” I whisper to him, my eyes getting wet when I think about how I may have never seen Everett again, but here he is right in front of me.
“I could never let that happen, Riley. I was so worried about you. I-I thought we weren’t going to get you back. In that house you looked like you were part of the living dead.”
I roll my eyes. “I feel like I’m part of the living dead.”
He gulps. “What did they do to you, Riley?” He caresses my cheek, his touch light and soft.
I bite my lip and feel tears run down my face. They scared the shït out of me that’s what they did. Living people working for the zombies! Who ever heard of such a thing? Are there others like them out there that are helping the creepers?
Everett wipes my tears away. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me.”
I nod and shift so that my head is buried in his jacket and I start to cry. I feel Everett’s arms around me, his touch barely there, so gentle that I almost don’t feel him, but I know that he’s there. I sob into his jacket. So many feeling are consuming me; anger, sadness, pain, confusion and I can’t do anything about them. I can’t move; I can’t walk it off. I can only lie where I am and cry, so that is what I do.
Everett strokes my shoulder, but I only cry more in pain. Everett seems to realize this and he pulls down my shirt slightly to see. He gawks a little at my bright red angry skin, which is starting to scab and peel. He lets go and lifts my shirt from the bottom to look at the welts and heated flesh of my stomach. He lays a cool hand over the welts and I sigh, holding his hand there with mine.
Everett reaches for his bag with his other hand and takes out the first aid kit. He takes out a tube of medicine that hasn’t ever been opened, squirts out some of the liquid inside and rubs it over the welts on my stomach. I sigh in relief, the medicine seemingly drawing the heat right from the welts. As much as it feels good, I know we should probably save the medicine for something more important than me.
“Everett, just put it away. I’m fine.”
“Are you kidding, Riley? You’re in pain. Anyone can see that.”
So he can tell?
“I really am fine. You don’t need to waste that medicine on me.”
“It’s not wasting it if you need it! Have you seen yourself, Riley? You’re lucky your skin hasn’t all flaked off. You need to use this if you want it to heal.”
I nod. “Only a little more though, okay?”
He nods and rubs more my stomach and chest. I sigh with relief and it feels a little easier to breathe now. “Is your back like that too?”
I shake my head, which is technically not a lie. It does not have blisters on it; it is only singed from the burns.
He gives me a look and carefully rolls me onto my stomach, knowing that I am lying. He lifts the back of my shirt and I hear him gasp. “Are… Are these burns?”
I nod and let out a short groan when he touches me. He puts more of the medicine on my back and I whimper as he rubs my back, the meds helping, but the skin on my back is still very delicate. When he is done he sits me up, careful not to disturb my injuries, and hugs me as tightly as he dares.
I smile and hug him tight, sniffling. It feels good to know Everett is always here for me.
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soccerdogg25
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October 30, 2013 9:34pm UTC

Creepers
Chapter 13
I open my eyes to Everett gently shaking me awake. I groan and turn onto my stomach.
“Ten more minutes…” I moan and try to go back to sleep.
“Well we’re leaving in twenty, Riley, so you better be ready by then.” I hear him get up and start to pack up his things.
I lie around counting the aches and pains I feel today. The pain has numbed to a dull ache, but I still feel sharp pains in my ribs when I move too sharply. I decide to get up and get ready. I lace my boots up nice and tight and gather my things messily, shoving them into my bag. I zip up my jacket all the way to my neck and rewrap my broken fingers tightly before grabbing my gun. I’m still able to hold it fairly easily. Everyone is getting ready to leave, so I hoist my bag onto my back. I cringe slightly, the weight on my back hurting my burns, but I readjust and walk off with everyone else.
As we walk I never realized how much energy you expend lugging a bag with you and trying to walk over the unstable terrain. After just a couple of hours Everett is practically pulling me alongside him with me stumbling over every possible obstacle. He stops me for a second.
“Give me your bag.”
I shake my head. I can handle it myself. Even Everett could after his accident with the zombies.
“Come on Riley. You’re struggling to keep up. Just give it to me and I’ll carry it for you.”
“No way. I can do it myself.” I smooth back my hair and stomp off ahead of him.
The truth is that it really is weighing me down and the straps are starting to rub my burned shoulders raw, but I’m not going to give into the pain. I am not a fragile doll that everyone needs to look after, especially not Everett. I trudge through the woods until we come to a stop by a stream.
I throw my bag off my shoulders and lie on the ground breathing deeply. Everett sits down beside me, but I give him a look, get up, and walk over to the stream. I unzip my jacket, exposing my bare shoulders to the cool air and splash some of the cold water on my burns. My back has deep red marks from the backpack straps. I think the red really compliments the purple and green bruises on my chest and stomach. I put my jacket back on and start to get the chills. I have a headache so I make sure to drink plenty of water. I sit with my head between my knees, trying to wait out the nausea I’m feeling. Just as I am standing up, another wave of nausea hits me and I run behind a tree, spilling my lunch. I wipe my mouth and hold my stomach as I walk back over to the stream.
Everett is by my side and he presses his hand to my forehead. “You seem warm.”
I shake my head. “I-I’m fine.” My voice shakes and so does the rest of my body. I feel dizzy and sway slightly, collapsing into Everett’s arms. “Can we take a break?” I mutter before passing out.
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October 14, 2013 3:08pm UTC

Creepers
Chapter 8
Once all our things are packed up, the sun is just starting to peak over the trees. I grab my gun and load it as we walk away from the campsite. Today Everett and I are in the middle of the group because of Everett’s injuries. I get a couple shoves and winks from the others, but I just roll my eyes and act like I don’t know what’s going on.
We talk in hushed voices as we make our way through the woods. We are just cutting ourselves a path through the dense brush when I feel something heavy hit my head. I stumble forward a step and look at the ground where the thing had landed… It’s a bloody arm…
I look up to see at least three dozen creepers up in the trees. Some are chewing on human remains and it seems as if one has accidently dropped an arm on me. I am at a loss for words so I just shake the guy in front of me until he sees the creepers.
I’m not sure if the creepers jump first or if we start shooting first, but soon enough there are a mix between zombie and human clawing at each other. I get to the outskirts of the fight and start shooting at creepers. I hear a twig snap behind me and before I know it, I’m pinned to the ground by a creeper. Its foul stench roams through my nose as it screams in my face, its jaw unhinging on the left side. I scream and try to break its hold on me. Just as it is about to rip my guts out, someone blows its brains out and its body falls on top of me. I shove it off and see Everett giving a slight huff before turning around to shoot more.
I grab my gun off the ground and shoot the couple that are by me. Soon the last creeper falls to the ground, dead. I drop my gun and run over to one of the guys in our group, John, lying on the ground. He is gasping like a fish out of water, a pool of blood starting to flood the floor beneath him.
I gawk at the sight, but try to keep my composure. “John? John, can you hear me? Hey, you’re gunna be okay man.”
His eyes lock on mine and I take his hand, repeating my words. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll be fine…”
Hook comes up behind me, holding his gun. We all know what’s going to happen. Any dead person is the perfect target for the creeper infection. The only way to stop this from happening is to shoot them, like we would any creeper.
John’s eyes lock on the barrel of the gun. “Do it,” he croaks out.
Hook aims the gun at John’s head and I feel John’s grip on my hand tighten. I close my eyes and hear the gun shot go off. The grip on my hand slackens, but I can’t let go. My eyes stay closed, but I can here everyone starting to walk away to gather there things. It happened so fast I can’t believe it. John was actually not too bad of a guy. I’d say we were pretty close friends. He was one of the first people I met when Everett and I stumbled upon the group. He made us feel welcome and he was a wiseass, funny, but a wiseass. I laughed at all of his jokes.
It feels like forever, but I feel an arm around my shoulder. A hand carefully undoes the death grip I have on John’s hand and picks me up on my feet. They lead me away from John’s body, my eyes still closed. I’m too scared to open them with the possibility of seeing John’s now mangled body. They lead me a couple yards away and hug me in a tight embrace. I now immediately know this could only be Everett and I open my eyes. He pulls back for a second to check my facial expressions. He can read me like a book. When he sees my eyes getting watery he hugs me tightly again. I ball my hands into fists and bang them on Everett’s chest while crying into his shoulder.
He rubs my back, still in the hug, “It’s okay Riley. I know, I know… It’s okay…”
I sob loudly into his chest and hug him tightly, my arms around his waist.
“Come on, Riley, calm down.” He pulls away from me and wipes my eyes with a tissue he pulled from his pocket. “We have to keep going, okay? We can’t waste any more time here.”
I sniffle and nod, wiping my nose with my sleeve. I feel Everett give me another tight squeeze before taking my hand and leading me towards everyone else. When I look at everyone’s faces they look a bit like mine. I can tell some of them have been crying.
Everyone reluctantly grabs there things, someone hands me my gun that I had dropped. We all get back into formation and continue our trek solemnly.
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Creepers
Chapter 9
It is afternoon when we finally stop walking to take a break in a clearing. My feet are sore and I’m so tired I feel like a zombie myself. I yawn and stretch for what feels like forever. I glance at Everett whose is lying on the ground, eyes closed, and breathing deeply. He had a bit of a rough time walking for so long, but I made sure I pulled him along so he wouldn’t seem weak to the others.
I walk around a bit, stretching out my limbs as I do so. I roll my eyes after a few minutes of boredom and decide to walk around a bit through the woods to try and find an indication of where we are. I take my gun off my shoulder where I had rested it and walk down a path. I should have about a half hour before everyone starts moving again.
As I walk I keep getting shivers up my spine, but whenever I look around I see nothing. I stop and stand still, taking in a deep breath of air slowly. I let it out and as I am about to take another breath I hear something loud drop to the ground behind me. I start to turn around, but a hand clamps over my mouth and a needle is jabbed into my neck. I feel the liquid of whatever was inside the needle course through my veins. I thrash around, trying to get away before I feel all my limbs go numb and I crumple to the ground. The last thing I remember is a boy’s face above me.
***
I wake up groggily and moan. My head is pounding and my body aches from the mystery liquid. I look around the room I am in and see it is a wooden cabin. I feel a mattress underneath me and that is when I realize I am restrained by ropes. Panic rises over me and I pull at the restraints. I groan out in aggravation when I realize it’s no use. I lie there for what seems like hours, but was probably only a couple of minutes, staring at the ceiling until I hear the door open. I cringe and look towards the door, planning for the worst, but I only see a boy leaning on the frame of the door. He wears a smirk on his face and puffs out his chest slightly, like he is the most triumphant person ever.
I pull against the ropes slightly. “So… Are you going to let me go? Good joke, but I really have to get back to my friends now.”
He lets out a low laugh. “Nah. At least not yet”
“Well when? I need to leave now. Where am I? Who are you? And why am I restrained? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yeah, you did.” He watches me from the doorway.
I bang my head against the mattress. “Then what did I do wrong exactly?”
“Well first of all you went into the woods alone. That was a stupid thing to do. Secondly, you are conspiring against the zombies and I can’t let you do that.”
I’m pretty sure my jaw drops to the floor. “But you’re not a zombie! Why are you helping them? What is wrong with you?” My voice gets louder and louder until I’m shouting at him.
He shrugs. “I do what I have to, to survive.” With that he leaves, closing the door behind him.
I scream, pulling against the ropes and struggling to think straight. “Let me go!” I scream and tears start falling down my face. I keep screaming until my voice turns hoarse and after that I am left to a quiet sob. I just want to get back to the others. They must be wondering where I am by now. I don’t even know what time or day it is. It could have been hours or days, I’m not sure. I calm myself down enough to stop crying, the tears drying and sticking to my face. I think I fall asleep after that because the next thing I remember is the boy shaking me awake.
I open my eyes, hoping to see one of my group members, but when I see him I just frown. “What?”
“Tell me what your plans were against the zombies.”
I look at him, stunned and then start laughing. “Why would I tell you that kind of information?”
“Because you either tell me now or I make you wish you would’ve told me now.”
I stop laughing at that last part he said and glare at him. “I’m not telling you anything.”
“Suit yourself.” With that he jabs a needle into my neck and I pass out.
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Creepers
Chapter 16
I am awakened in the night by the shuffling of feet. I rub my eyes and sit up, looking around. The fire is dimming so I have to squint to see. I turn my head just in time to see a man throw a sack over my head, so I can’t see.
“Everett!!” I scream in panic as a hand is clapped over my mouth. I scream into the hand and try to break free of their grasp. I hear Everett wake from my muffled shouts. He calls my name as I am dragged through the dirt. I can hear him also getting bagged. I hear flesh hitting flesh and cry out, afraid that they are beating him.
I am dragged through the woods by two pairs of hands for some time, my body chafing against the ground, until I hear a door open and am led through a building. They chain me to a wall as I struggle against them. Once they finish it is hard for me to move much, the chains pulled tight just for this reason. I hear grunting and more chains being moved on the wall opposite of me. The bag over my head is finally pulled off and I squint from the excessive light. When my eyes adjust I see Everett chained to the wall opposite of me. He hangs his head, his hair covering his eyes. His nose is dripping blood onto the floor and I know I was correct about them beating him.
I struggle against the chains for a couple minutes before slumping against the wall. The boy, Hunter, walks up to me and lifts my chin. I try to bite his hand, but he pulls away too quickly. “Welcome back sweetheart,” he says with a grin.
I glare at him and say nothing.
He walks over to Everett. “You know your little girlfriend’s pretty cute even with those bruises and burns all over her. You know who put those there? Yeah, I did.”
Everett barely lifts his head, but he does so just enough to look at me.
Hunter continues, ”This time you can watch.” He walks over to me and pulls something from behind his back, presses it to my rib cage, and presses a button. A shock of electricity runs through me and I let out a short scream, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth. I hear Everett pull against his bonds.
“What do you want? Let her go, I’ll give you whatever you want!” Everett stares at me as I collapse against the wall, breathing heavily.
Hunter grins. “I want information. Tell me your plans. How are you going to try to stop the zombies?”
Everett opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I stare at him and shake my head roughly. He can’t tell them anything. He starts off, “Well… we are-“
I cut him off and scream at him. “Don’t tell them anything! You can’t! Everett, they’ll ruin everything!!”
Hunter punches my stomach and I lose my breath. “Shut up.” He turns back to Everett. “Come on, tell me and we’ll just let you and your girl go. It’s that simple.”
I shake my head at Everett and start crying. “Don’t tell him…”
Everett glares up at Hunter and shakes his head, saying nothing.
Hunter sighs. “Why do you have to make everything so complicated?”
He snaps his fingers and three burly men walk into the room, heading for Everett. My eyes widen as they all start to beat him at the same time. He yells and tries to break free of the chains to fight back, but he is powerless. I push against the wall trying to get to Everett, but I can’t, so I scream in frustration and fear as they continue their assault on him. Hunter snaps his fingers again and the men stop the beating, backing away from Everett. He is slumped against the tile floor, his breath ragged. I start sobbing, my hair sticking to my face from the tears. “I’m sorry Everett. I’m so sorry…”
Hunter rolls his eyes. “How sweet, but if you really wanted to help him you would tell us the information.”
I shake my head as tears roll down my cheeks. Everett’s hurt and it’s all my fault.
Hunter advances towards me and starts to unwrap the ace bandage around my broken fingers. Hook had been able to set them and said they would heal nicely. He takes one of my fingers in his hand and grins at me. I close my eyes and clench my teeth knowing what is next. He snaps back my finger and I cry out. He does the same to my other two fingers that had been broken before and I cry from the white hot pain I feel. I keep my eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see the awkwardly bent fingers. When I finally open them I see Everett staring at me, his eyes showing grief and vulnerability. All I want right now is to have him hold me and tell me everything will be okay even if he knows it’s not true.
I want Everett.
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Creepers
Chapter 3
My instincts tell me to run, but my feet are frozen to the ground. I can practically feel its breath behind me, that’s how close it is. I slowly put my finger to the trigger of my gun. I have to be careful with my shot because if I miss I’ll be shooting right at the campsite where the rest of the crew is.
I draw in a shaky breath, turn and shoot quickly. The bullet rips through the creeper’s head, but it still takes a couple steps towards me, arms outstretched, and its bony fingertips just brush my face as it crumples to the ground. I let out my breath and glance towards Everett, who is hitting a shot through another creeper just a couple yards away. We both catch our breath for a minute, not daring to move and making sure there are no others around.
“Nice shot,” he mumbles, still a bit stunned.
I take in another short breath and nod. “Thanks, you too… Let’s go to the camp now. I’m done being out here in the dark.”
He nods and as we walk back to the campsite, I kick the creeper’s head clean off its shoulders. When we get to the campsite I sit down by the fire for a bit to warm up and I feel Everett sitting down beside me. I play with my dog tag in my hands for a bit. “I think I’m going to set up my bed,” I say quietly and stand up, brushing away a couple leaves from my pants. I really don’t feel like talking, I just want to sleep everything away.
He nods, watching my facial expressions to see if I’m okay. “Alright,” he says. “Do you need any help?”
I shake my head and give him a half smile. “Nah I think I’ve got it.” I ruffle his hair as I walk past him, towards my bag.
I pick a tree that I like and carefully climb up into it. I hate being on the ground at night. It makes me feel so vulnerable. That’s pretty much the way Everett and I survived, once the car had run out of gas and before we had met the rest of our crew. We lived up in the trees, where we felt safest that the creepers would not be able to get to us. That was probably the best day after the virus hit though, finding others that we could talk to and trust to have our backs. I’ll never forget how grateful I was to see other living people.
I take my pack off once I feel high enough in the tree, about twenty feet off the ground, and unhook my sleeping bag. I unbuckle my belt and lay the sleeping bag out on a branch. I snuggle up inside and once I’m comfortable I buckle my belt around the branch and sleeping bag, so if I turn in the middle of the night I won’t fall out of the tree. Yeah, I learned that lesson the hard way.
I hear a bit of rustling under my tree and I look down to see Everett setting his sleeping bag underneath my tree. It’s funny how he never strays to far from me, he’s like an older brother that’s always looking out for me. I guess I am the only one he really trusts to have his back, likewise with he and I, so we always make sure we are close enough to protect each other.
He rests his head against the trunk of the tree, facing the fire. It’s hard to see his face at my angle, but I’m guessing he’ll be up for a while. He always stays up when we spend the night in the woods. Sometimes if I wake up in the middle of the night I’ll stay awake and make him get some sleep. I know he hates to make me stay up, but even he can’t go on forever without some rest.
As I start to fall asleep, I hear the discreet sound of humming. I glance down at Everett, his eyes are closed but the sounds are definitely coming from him. I smile to myself and snuggle deep into my sleeping bag. I slowly drift off to the sound of Everett’s song.
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Creepers
Chapter 4
“RILEY!” I hear a scream and wake up immediately.
I hear shouts and gun shots, but I’m not sure what’s going on. I blink once and look around at the ground below me. The sun is just peeking up above the horizon, but that’s not what catches my attention. The burnt out fire is what I notice first; no one kept it going throughout the night and now creepers are closing in on us from almost every direction.
I unbuckle my sleeping bag from around my waist, quickly fold it up, hook it to my pack, grab my gun, and start shooting from up in the tree. I start taking down creepers slowly but surely, one by one. Others are running around the camp, some shooting at creepers, others trying to get the fire started again. I catch a glimpse of Everett, shooting at creepers from behind a tree. They’re starting to close in on him, so I put most of my effort into shooting the creepers that he can’t. More people start running in and I lose sight of him. I want to jump down to go find him, but I know I’m needed on the bird’s eye view. I keep shooting down creepers until the others are able to lead them away with the fire.
Once the coast is clear I scramble down the tree and run to where I last saw Everett. I see him face down in the dirt, claw marks are scratched through his clothing, and he’s not moving. I feel a lump in my throat forming as I quickly rush to his side. I check his pulse and it seems normal, then I check to see if he has any bite marks. I chew on my lip as I search his body for any sign of a bite, knowing if I find one I will have to shoot my best friend before he turns into a creeper.
When I’m sure he doesn’t have any bite marks, I carefully lift him over my shoulder. I grunt under the weight, but I’m able to keep him supported as I walk towards the campsite. “Help,” I managed to grunt as I make my way into the campsite. A couple guys gather around me and lift Everett off my back.
I bite my lip as the lay him down on his back, his body motionless and his skin pale. “There’s no bite marks,” I say. “Just a lot of scratches. He’ll be okay, won’t he?”
Hook appears by my side and puts an arm around me, leading me away from Everett. “He’ll be fine. He may be sick for a few days. The scratch of a creeper isn’t lethal, but it is poisonous and with enough of them you can die from them too. Everett will live, he’ll just be a bit under the weather for a couple days.”
I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god. I should’ve gone to help him. I saw what happened, but I thought he could handle it and that I was needed up in the tree with a better shot of everything.”
Hook pats my back. “You did the right thing. Everett can hold his own, we all know that. He should be back to normal soon enough. We’ll stay at this campsite one more day for him to rest before we start moving again. It’s not a problem.” He pats my back once more and leaves to go fix up the campsite.
I go back to where some of the guys are dressing Everett’s wounds as best they can with the small bit of supplies we have. He looks a bit like a mummy. He has a couple big gashes on his chest and stomach that the guys are having a hard time wrapping without wasting bandages. I help them out as best I can and when we are finished the guys set Everett up under the tree I had slept under last night.
I thank them all for helping before going over to Everett. I lift his head slightly and sit down, placing his head in my lap. Next to me I have a damp wash cloth and a pill that he will have to take when he wakes up. I dunk the wash cloth in cold water, wring it out, and place it on Everett’s flushed forehead. I lean against the base of the tree and sigh.
The sun has now just risen above the tree tops and already this has been a hectic day. I stroke Everett’s cheek and feel the warmth radiating from his skin. He’ll probably start to get a fever from infection, but it usually goes away within forty eight hours after using the pill I have for him. I rub my eyes as I pet Everett’s head and I slowly doze off into a light sleep.
*****Author's Note*****
Okay, so for everyone reading my story, I forgot to post this chapter and the last one that you read was actually Chapter 5 so if you were confused that's why.
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Creepers
Chapter 6
I wake in the middle of the night and hear faint moans coming from Everett. I lightly feel his forehead; his fever is burning up. I’m not sure if I should try to lower his temperature by cooling him down or keep him bundled in his sleeping bag and hope that his fever will crest and break in the morning. His skin in pale and he has a layer of sweat covering his skin. Every so often he flinches and his breathing hitches. I’m not sure if it’s the right thing to do, but I decide it’s best to try to lower his temperature.
I don't want to do anything too drastic, so I start by unzipping his sleeping bag and letting his body be exposed to the cool night air. I shift slightly, trying not to wake him, and grab the rag in water I’ve had beside me throughout the day. I wring out the rag and run the rag gently across his forehead and cheeks, hoping the cool water will help his temperature drop. I run the rag lower and lower down his face, over his chapped lips, down his chin. I dip the rag in water again and wipe the cool water down his neck, as I move the rag down to his collar bone, I am aware of eyes watching me. I look up to Everett’s face and though it’s hard to see with only the moonlight and shadows cast from the fire, I see his eyes are open and staring at me.
At that moment I blink and am glad for the darkness because I am pretty sure I blush a deep red. I’m frozen as I stare back into Everett’s eyes, not sure what to do or what to say, my hand still holding the rag lying on Everett’s chest.
He shifts slightly and I feel the warmth of his hand covering mine. I gulp and open my mouth to say something, anything, to break the silence, but I can think of nothing.
“Thanks doc,” he whispers. His voice is hoarse and weak.
I bite my lip before saying, “Go back to sleep.”
He stares at me and slowly brings my hand up to his cheek, pressing his hand firmly against mine as if he doesn’t want my touch to leave him. I weakly smile at him as his eyes flutter shut. Though his breathing starts to slow as he falls back asleep, his grip on my hand stays firm and strong.
I take a breath and watch his chest rise and fall slowly as he sleeps. Eventually I free my hand from his grasp.
What just happened?
I think about the events that just took place and wonder if Everett will even remember it in the morning.
I lean back against the tree trunk and stare at the fire a couple yards away. I start to feel my eyelids get heavy and I soon fall back asleep.
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Creepers
Chapter 18
I feel the wind on my face when I wake up and I sit up quickly, looking around. I groan from the quick movements, but when I get my bearings I see that I’m back at camp, but I don’t see Everett. I get up and go through my bag until I find my sweatshirt and throw it over my head. I get up and find Hook, quickly pulling him aside.
“Where’s Everett?”
He points to a makeshift tent. “He was pretty beat up when we found him.” He must see the shock on my face because he adds, “He’ll be fine, Riley.”
I nod and head towards the tent. I take a deep breath just outside the tent and go inside. I see Everett asleep in a sleeping bag with a couple blankets around him. His face is partly bandaged and swollen. I sit down next to him and grip his hand. I’m not sure what happened to him; he didn’t look like this when I saw him, but I can tell he is in pain. I stroke his hand and wipe my eyes to stop myself from crying.
It would be wrong to leave Everett so I lie down next to him and drape an extra blanket over my lap. I watch Everett sleep and wonder about our kiss. Did it actually mean anything or was it all in the heat of the moment? What if it really did mean something to Everett and I totally shut him down? Of course I care for Everett, he’s my best friend, but there’s just too much going on right now to try to figure out all my feelings. I mumble a sorry to Everett before lying down and falling asleep.
When I wake up, Everett is still asleep, but his breathing seems too fast for him to be sleeping. I scoot closer to him and whisper, “Everett?”
He sighs and opens his eyes. We stare at each other for a minute before I close the gap between us and hug him tightly. He groans and I ease up on the hug.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
I help him lie back down, but he keeps a firm grip on my hand. “I’m fine, Riley.”
I bite my lip. “You don’t look fine.”
“Well I am,” he says.
I look at him harshly, get up, and walk out of the tent. The light blinds my eyes briefly as I walk out. I hear Everett call my name as I storm off into the woods. I run through the woods and scream shrilly, kicking and punching random trees.
I drop my hands once they are bloody and sore. I sit against a tree and hug my knees tightly, glaring at the ground. I hear footsteps and I turn around ready to run, but it’s only Chris. He sits down beside me and asks, “I saw you run off. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I mumble.
He rubs my shoulder. “Come on, why don’t you come back to camp?”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to go back to camp.”
“Then where do you want to go?”
I look at Chris and mumble, “Home…”
He keeps rubbing my shoulder. “I know. Everyone wants to go home, but we have to stick it out just a bit longer.” I groan but he continues, “We will get to D.C. and we will stop this epidemic.”
“How can you be so sure? How can you be so optimistic?”
He pauses for a moment to think. “Hope,” he says, “that this is not the way God intended us to end; that it’s just another stepping stone for the human race to learn from, not be destroyed by.”
I stare at him a moment, mesmerized by his words. “I hope you’re right, Chris.”
He smiles and takes my hand, helping me up. “Come on; let’s go back to the others.”
He leads me towards everyone else and this time I don’t fight back.
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Creepers
Chapter 1 Part 2
He nods and I can see he is thinking about it too, how everything was before... That’s why I like Everett so much. We think the same things, act the way. We're practically the same person. He and I were best friends when the epidemic hit. We were at school when it had all started. The zombies, or what we usually call them are creepers, had broken into the school and the virus was spreading fast. We were able to get to the parking lot where Everett was able to hot wire a car. We drove away as fast as possible. I remember crying in the passenger seat, still wondering what exactly was happening. I was just glad for having Everett with me. He was all I needed to keep myself going.
I blink and look up from the dusty table to Everett’s eyes. I open my mouth to say something, but I quickly close it when I feel tears sliding down my cheeks. I let out a small sob and hug my knees to my chest, burying my face in my knees.
I feel Everett by my side and he picks me up, out of the seat. This happens every so often, either Everett, I, or someone else from our rag tag crew loses it. It's still so new to all of us and we barely know what we're doing. We're just living to survive and it's a hard feeling to get used to. I usually try to put on a brave face, especially with all the guys around, but sometimes I slip up, just like the rest of them.
Everett carries me up the stairs to the room we’ve been sharing since we got here. He sets me on my bed as I cry into his shoulder. “I hate it.” I cry. I’m not even sure what ‘it’ is anymore, I just know I hate it. “I hate it so much.” I sob into his shoulder, soaking his shirt in my tears.
Everett knows just what to do when I go into one of my phases. He just sits next to me with an arm around me and lets me cry until I can’t cry anymore. He rubs my back until my crying turns into just shallow breathing. He takes me by my shoulders and pulls me away from him slowly. I wipe my face of drying tears and nod to him. “Sorry…” I whisper, I hate crying because it reminds me that I’m the girl here and crying is just another reason to make fun of me, but Everett never does that, only the others. “I really can’t keep doing this. I think I’m staining all your shirts.” I say, giving him a small smile.
Everett smiles slightly and rubs the wet spot on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Riley, it happens, even to the best of us.”
I nod and give him a tight hug. “Thanks, Everett. I know this is cheesy, but I’m glad you’re here with me.”
I feel him hug me back tightly, his warmth enveloping around me and I feel better, safer, knowing Everett is around me. If I had to be stuck in a zombie apocalypse with anyone, I’m glad it’s him. “No problem, Riley. I’m always here for you.”
With that, we part and Everett climbs into his own bed located across the room from mine. I strip out of my worn leather boots, sweatshirt and army camo pants. Underneath I have on shorts and a tank top. I snuggle deep down into my blankets and sigh deeply. They smell musty but are also somewhat calming, because I know in my bed I am safe. I quickly fall asleep after a long day’s work.
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Creepers
Chapter 15
When my boots hit the asphalt I grin, surveying the quiet town and seeing no movement what so ever. We split into two groups to cover more ground quickly. Half the group comes with Everett and I and the other half goes with Hook.
We make our way to a super market. Chris, one of our crew members, pulls the sliding door open since the electricity is not working. We walk inside and I head to the sports section to see if there are any bullets left. I find one open box that is half full. I pocket it and make my way to Everett in the food section. I survey the almost bare shelves and mutter, “I don’t see any chocolate cake.”
Everett snickers. “I don’t see any pasta either.”
“We’re not going to find anything in here. We need to find a less mainstream store.”
Everett nods and picks up a leaking can of soup and pockets it.
***
Once we’ve gathered everything we could find useful, we group back together and make our way out of the store. We start to walk to the other group’s store and when we get there we find it crawling with creepers. We all pull our guns and race towards the store, shooting creepers as we go. I can see most of the crew straggling out through side exits.
I glance at Everett. “Hook?”
He shakes his head and keeps shooting down creepers.
I sneak closer to the building and slip inside one of the side entrances. I stealthily make my way through the store, following the footsteps of the creepers. I find Hook cornered by the creepers and tiptoe around to find a good angle to shoot at. I aim carefully and shoot them all down, only needing to use the bullets necessary, none more. I run to Hook and grab him, pulling him as fast as possible; he seems to be limping. Everett is at the door, keeping it clear for us as we leave the building. We help Hook as quickly as possible back to the woods where we had set up camp. When we get there not everyone is back yet, but a couple others take Hook from us to help him out.
I sigh and sit down against a tree, catching my breath. Everett sits beside me.
“You know, Riley, you really shouldn’t keep running into trouble like that,” he smirks.
I roll my eyes. “Well I just wanted to make sure none of my friends were dead. You know? Gotta keep a lookout for that type of stuff nowadays.”
He smiles and nods. “Of course, of course. I wonder where everyone else is.”
I shrug. “I hope they’re alright.”
About ten minutes go by before everyone else comes into camp. They have someone on a handmade stretcher, covered by a blanket so I cannot see their face. I pull over Seth, who just walked in with everyone.
“Who is that?”
He shrugs. “No one’s sure. He’s not part of our group. He helped save a couple of us, kept coming in and out of the building. We thought it was only fair if we helped him out after he helped us.”
I nod. “Okay, well when he comes to tell him he can stay with us if he doesn’t have anyone else to get back to.”
He nods and walks off to help the wounded boy.
When the sun sets and everyone has settled around the large bonfire, Hook clears his throat. “As you all know, a boy came to help us during a time of need today and we feel it is only reasonable to give him a spot in our crew to pay back his favor of kindness. Please welcome our newest member, Hunter.”
The boy steps out of the shadows and into the light of the fire, smiling and waving to everyone. When he looks my direction the light from the flames brighten his face so I can see the distinct features of his face.
My breath gets caught in my throat as everyone else cheers around me and I grab Everett’s wrist harshly. He looks at me and I stand quickly, pulling him with me away from the group.
“What’s the matter with you, Riley? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I gulp and gasp for air, running my fingers through my hair. “T-That’s the boy, Everett!! He was the one in the cabin when I… when those things… He was the one! Everett, why is he here? He can’t be here! Not now! Not ever! He needs to leave. We have to tell Hook.”
I can feel myself hyperventilating and Everett holds me steady. “Okay, okay. Are you sure it was him? Positive?”
I nod and start tearing up. “Make him leave, Everett!” I stomp my foot for emphasis.
He licks his lips and I can tell he is thinking. “I will. Of course I will. I’ll have to get Hook alone first so I can talk to him. Until then don’t leave my side for anything, understand? I won’t lose you again.”
I nod and chew on the inside of my lip. “Talk to Hook soon, please,” I whimper quietly to him.
He gives me a tight hug. “Come on. Let’s go to bed, okay?”
I nod and he leads me to where our things are already sprawled out. We get into our separate sleeping bags, but I scoot mine as close as possible to Everett. He wraps an arm around my body and I feel better. It takes me a while, but I am able to fall asleep to the sound of everyone’s chatter by the fire.
*****Author's Note*****
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Creepers
Chapter 11
I wake again, still attached to the metal table. I must have been out for a while because when I look around the room no one is nearby. I shift slightly and a wave of heat courses down my back and I cry out. The whole back of my body is burned severely, some of the skin flaking off as I move. I let out a choking sound and start crying. It burns so badly and there is no release. The metal is cool against it but I barely feel it, my nerves probably damaged against the heat.
I let the tears roll down my face freely. I don’t care if they see me like this; I want them to feel bad. As I think this, the door opens and the boy walks in with some ice and a towel. He walks over silently and wipes away some of my tears quickly with the towel, then pours the ice onto the table. I stop crying and whimpering and watch him. He arranges the ice so it is touching most of my burns. I let out a quiet sigh; the ice feels soothing on my back.
“Thank you,” I whisper under my breath.
He nods to me. “Listen you need to tell us your plans. My uncle is not going to just let you get away with this. He’s going to keep doing it until you tell.”
“Why? Why are you guys trying to stop us? Don’t you want to stop them too?”
He sighs. “Of course we do, but the zombies aren’t as dumb as you think. We were able to somewhat ward them off with information. They know that you are trying to stop them from spreading. There are many of them around here and if we give them information then they won’t kill us, but don’t think that because we need information my uncle won’t kill you because he will.”
I gulp. “I can’t give any information. I really can’t.”
“Well if you want to live then you will.”
With that he leaves the room and I am left to my thoughts. I try not to think too much about my possible death. Instead I think about Everett and how worried he must be. We haven’t been away from each other this long since the apocalypse started. He always has my back and now I’m not there to have his. It must have been at least one day so far and I worry that I may never be able to get back to him or the rest of the group.
Imust have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I wake in the quiet room. I grunt in pain and don’t try to fight it. The skin on my back burns and my stomach is blistered from the heat. I’ve given up any hope I had left; I know I cannot escape on my own.
I do not let myself cry though and I am glad of my decision because the boy has just walked into the room. I cringe away from him when he comes close to me. He eyes me and raises an eyebrow.
I just keep my mouth shut.
He takes my hand in his and I scrunch my eyebrows together. Why would he give off any sign of sympathy for me? He gives me a half smile before twisting my finger back harshly. I feel it snap and I cry out shrilly. I look at my finger, bent at an awkward angle and cry.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice too worn out to talk.
“Please what?” He asks. There’s a knowing tone in his voice.
I cry out. “Please stop doing that!”
He scrunches his eyebrows. “You mean this?” He takes another finger in his hand and snaps it back.
I choke on my cry and let out an inhuman groan. “Let me go, please… Please!”
The boy brushes back my hair from my eyes. “Just tell us the information.”
When I shake my head he snaps another finger and I burst into tears like a little girl. “I can’t tell you! I can’t, I’m sorry! Just stop, please!”
Tears are running down my face, my fingers lie limply on the table. The boy actually gives me what seems like a sorrowful look. He punches me in my ribs and I let out a gasp of breath. He gives me a second to gain my air back before punching again in the same spot. I cough and gasp as he does it again and I feel one of my ribs shift. He punches again, harder this time and I feel it crack. I scream and pull against the restraints.
The boy goes to my other hand and I am sobbing now, fighting to stay conscience through the pain. He uncurls my fist and takes my finger in his hand.
I let out a low moan and groan, “No….”
I feel his grip on my finger tighten just before the door bangs open loudly. I glance over and watch as a bunch of guys storm into the room holding guns. I feel dizzy, but I make out a couple familiar faces in the group. They back the boy up into the corner of the room and tie him up.
I feel someone cutting away at my bonds and as soon as they’re done they carefully lift me into their arms. I whimper in pain and let silent tears runs down my face. They bundle me up in a jacket a couple sizes too big and we leave the room. My hand lies limp across my body and my back burns from so much movement. I know we are outside when the cool air hits me. I am in too much agony for my eyes to focus and the pain makes me dizzy.
I close my eyes and feel the steady beat of everyone marching. Just as I fall asleep I hear a faint humming and I know I am safe in Everett’s arms.
*****Author's Note*****
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Creepers
Chapter 10
When I wake I am tied down to a metal table by my wrists and ankles. The table is suspended by metal chains which seem to be able to be cranked up or down. I grunt and pull against the ropes, but it’s no use. The boy walks into the room along with an older man. I stare at them.
“This is your last chance to tell us what your plans are,” the man speaks gruffly.
I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak.
The boy sighs and shakes his head at me, like he doesn’t want to do what he is about to do. I gulp as he approaches me. He presses a button on the table and I am lowered into a pool of water that was set up beneath the table I am on. I gasp and strain my neck to keep my head above water. The old man presses a button and I scream in pain. The button sends a shock through the water which is magnified through the water
The boy stares at me. “Tell us.”
“No,” I croak out, my voice still hoarse from screaming the night before.
The man presses the button for a longer time and I scream in agony as the electricity runs through me. I catch my breath before they do it again and again and again. I scream and cry, pulling against the ropes to free myself, but I make sure to keep my mouth shut about the plans. After an hour of this, my mind feels dull and I only whimper when they shock me.
I think they realize I’ll never talk like this so they press a different button and I am lifted from the water.
“Are you going to talk now or what?”
I glare at the kid and shake my head.
He sighs and presses a button on the table. I lay, waiting for something to happen, when I feel warmth on my back. It feels like a nice glow at first, but then it starts to heat up. I arch my back as much as possible to keep it from touching the metal, but the boy pushes on my stomach to keep me firmly against the table. It is starting to burn now and I squirm, trying to get away. I feel the back of my shirt starting to singe and when my bare skin touches the table I yelp. I gasp as the heat overwhelms me. It’s hard to breathe and I gasp in short breaths. I scream out and burst in tears.
“Let me go, please! It hurts!” I cry hard as the boy pushes me firmer onto the table.
“Tell us what we want to know and it can all be over soon.”
I cry and shake my head, knowing I can’t do that. The burning get worse, feeling like the skin is burning right off. I groan and whine, pulling against the ropes. I scream profanities at them and cry until I pass out from the pain.
*****Author's Note*****
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I know that this chapter is a little intense, but I felt it was the only way to get across to Riley's emotions.
You all know how writer's love to put their characters in scary situations xD
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