Chapter 2

I pant as my feet carry me towards the compound, I wonder if anyone will be alive and if they are will they be happy to see me?

The scent of iron became heavy in the air as I slow to a jog. The compound looks daunting as the gun shots echo around. Where is everyone?

Just as the thought came to mind the gunshots and screams silenced, the roaring in my ears was deafening as I pushed my way past the fallen debris to look for any sign of life but I knew I wouldn’t find what I was looking for, the realisation that I was completely alone yet again dawns on me as I came across a body. It was one of the teenagers that also had been taken in, I stare at his horribly disfigured body and I came to the conclusion that this attack was caused by those monsters, if they were still around I need to gather all the supplies I could before they found me or before the corpses reanimated I quietly search the bodies I could reach without having to leave the cover provided by the debris. I found a gun with a full clip and some extra magazines I know would be helpful at some point, I found some canned food in a backpack with torches it’s almost as if they were going to take the supplies and leave the compound but I know it’s bad to speak ill of the dead even if they won’t be so dead soon. I hurry around as I searched I know I had under ten minutes before the corpses start to move again, I don’t want to be around when that happens. I make my way out with as many useful supplies as I can bare to carry when the hair on my arms stood. There it is, the tell-tale shriek of a monster.

Shit, I spent too much time here

No duh, now get out of here before you join the undead! Its roared at me as my subconscious points out the obvious.

Get out of there now! No time to pause! Just run! It’s then I notice the panic within the usually cold voice, why is my subconscious so panicked it’s not like anything is around?

Calm down will you. There’s nothing around here we are fine!

No time to dawdle hurry up and leave before your stupid mistake gets us both torn apart by those things! Now get moving!

The sheer determination in her voice makes me think she might have finally been on my side but of course she goes back to the demanding cold voice. I shake my head as I drown out the panicking voice of my subconscious, I need to focus without any distractions. I increase my pace as the screeching starts up again but now it sounds much closer than before, dammit how could I have let my guard down!

Because you’re a god damn idiot now hurry up and move!

I sprint as the shrieks go from one to multiple in seconds how many of them are there? How can I escape a pack of these things?

Oh my god I’m going to die! They are going to tear me apart. The hysteria sets in with my fast pace causing me to trip as the monsters close in on me.

You’d think after your last encounter with these disgusting things you’d have more grace or at least more knowledge on how to not fuck it up. I struggle to get to my feet as my subconscious’ words hit home.

You’re right I always manage to fuck everything up maybe I should just stop trying to get away and accept that I’m going to die. This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me…

Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

No! No I won’t give up! I won’t be a coward! I won’t stop trying! I don’t care what you tell me. I refuse to give up on myself, on my future!

It’s truly pathetic you think you can get away from your inevitable death. Completely and utterly pathetic. My subconscious cackles at me but I can’t let her get to me. I need to find shelter or something. I draw in an unsteady breath as my blurry eyes sweep my surroundings to find something I can use to get out of here, I know I have the gun but I don’t want to use that it would only draw the attention of more of the creatures. My eyes continue to search until they land on a building not too far away, if I can get to the building in time I’ll be able to barricade the door.

You’re not going to make it, you’ll get half way before you trip and be jumped by those things. Can you imagine how it would feel to get ripped apart by those monsters, their teeth buried in your flesh as their nails help to tear away a chunk. Imagine the burning pain you would feel blinding you, all you would be able to feel is the multiple sets of fangs and nails ripping your delicate skin. My breath hitched, the malice behind my subconscious’ words making me shiver.

Shut up, that’s not going to happen. They won’t get me, not now not ever.

Are you sure about that? Your wavering voice tells me that you know you’re going to get caught and that there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. I can envision the scowl on my subconscious’ face, the twisted look in her eyes as a replica of myself stands glaring coldly at me. I ignore the fact that she was looking down at me like I was a toddler and rummaged around my mind for a plan on how to escape this situation. My eyes scan the debris for something helpful. I spot a glass bottle, if I throw it will the noise of the glass shattering draw their attention away from me?