Chapter 1 - Memories
"Run, Tess! Run!" Tristan screamed. I just managed to scramble away as one of once majestic buildings of New York started to fall apart. CRASH! The debris scattered around me, it made my heart skipp a beat.
"The infected are terrorizing the healthy." I said, looking up.
Tristan nodded, "Oh no! We have company. Look!"
I whipped around to see a dozen Chill infected people lumbering towards us. I felt like I was about to throw up. I thought we were safe, but no. The incepted twitched and jerked with the sickness. They snarled at us. Laughed. Taunted. Killed the healthy.
"Weee j-j-just want t-to see-ee your prrrrrretty little faces," said- more like coughed- the one at the front.
He was a man about our age. Their hair was ripped out. Scars ran through their bodies like rivers. And blood was everywhere. I couldn't bare to look at any more Chilled people!
"C-come closer. We won't h-huurt you! Come closer… Closer. Closer… Closer…" All twelve were chanting, they started to walk toward us. I didn't realize that I was clenching my knife by my side with fear. I have had enough! "Tristan, I think it is a good time to RUN!" I sprinted away without waiting for an answer. I was way faster than Tristan, but he could last longer. I was heaving for breaths. The pitter-patter of their footsteps was close behind. I was so terrified, I could hear the blood pulsing through my ears. "They're gaining on us!" I ran like the wind. The two of us ran through alleys, past abounded cars, past… bodies. My heart rate was quickening. Fear! They are right behind us! More fear! I am soooo tired. Help! Fear! I froze.
"Tess! Are you okay!" Tristan asked.
"Um, yes!"
"We lost them. You did realize that? Right?"
"Uhh…"
Suddenly for no reason at all I started to cry. My knees buckled under me, I put my head in my lap. As soon as Tristan put is arm around me, I started to bawl. I sobbed, "Everything... has been horrible, Tristan… Ever since the… government realized that stupid... virus!" I sniffled. "Shhhh. It's okay Tess. Everything is going to be fine." He smiled " If you survived your freshman year in High School… We can make it through a world of lunatics." He knew how to make me feel better. "Thank you." I whispered." I thought to myself doughtfully, 'I am petrified. Oh… some one please help me."
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