Let Me Go PART 2Blam! The first shot is fired, quickly followed by the second. Both my friends have fallen, their crimson blood oozing out from their exit wounds, leaving increasing puddles by my feet. There is no time to grieve for their loss; I am surrounded on all sides by the rotting creepers. I begin to rapidly pick off the zombies, keeping my directions even so that they do not get close enough to grab me. I am on an adrenaline high, allowing me to keep composed, and make each shot count. I have a limited supply of shells, and I cannot afford to waste any ammo. A shot to the head must hit, I have no time for failures. All those years practicing at the
Let Me GoThey're out there. Moaning, scratching, and banging their limp, rotten hands up against the windows, and pounding the barricaded door. I hold my breath, desperately trying to silence myself, but the terror within breaks itself out, forcing me to hyperventilate, and send sharp shakes down my already shivering body. Composing myself, I look to the left of me; my two comrades had fallen on their way over to our current shelter. One of them is bleeding horrendously from a deep bite in her shoulder, and is currently trying to cease the blood loss, whilst the other is drifting in and out of fever ridden sleep. I know it is not long before they