Biters

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"I'm telling you, it's just a little scrape. It looks nothing like a bite." A man on my left says in a calming manner.

"What if it is? Wouldn't she be a danger to us all?" a man panics on my right.

"Oliver... Oliver, she's waking up," the calm man on my left says.

"Oh God, Cloi, wait with Liam on the roof!" commands the man from my right. The same man who was panicking.

So it isn't just the two of them? How many could be watching me right now?

When I open my eyes, two guys have their eyes cautiously trained on me, one has a pistol in hand. They observe me from there and I try to sit up but find myself chained and buckled on the bed.

"Holy crap!" I begin.

"Don't move!" the guy who seems be in his late twenties ordered. He points the gun at me and the other guy, who looks older, rests his hand on the gun, slowly lowering it.

As he said, I froze with my heart beating a few times faster than the usual.

"Excuse us," says the older guy and wraps an arm around the other guy leading him away with a murmur.

A few minutes of silence later, the older guy came back and gives me an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry about my friend, Oliver. He's still paranoid about the whole thing." He sits down on the bed and glances worriedly at my left arm. "May I ask what happened to that?" He points at my left arm and I struggle to take a look at it, the position hurting my neck.

A gasp escapes my lips as I notice a new scrape just below my wrist. Holy crap! I could've been bitten! but it seems impossible since the closest a biter has gotten to me was only up to my feet during my climb for dear life.

"I-I don't know, but it couldn't be a bite," I state, my voice feeling dry. "The closest I got to a biter was only during the climb up the ladder."

"Don't worry, I never thought it was a bite too. It looks more like a scratch," he says. "I'm Sheriff by the way. But I ain't a police officer or anything. The other guy's Oliver."

"I'm Holly Culkins," I state boldly. "I would shake your hand but I'm kinda..." I wiggle my left arm, making a noise with the chains.

"Oh yeah, I'm so sorry about that. Just some safety precautions." He gets up and takes out some keys from his pockets before shuffling over to the chains and unlocking them. I unbuckle the belt around my waist and knees as he unlock the chains at my feet.

"Thanks."

"So would you mind telling me why you were being chased by a horde?"

I stand up and check my belts if I still had any weapons on me incase anyone tries to do anything funny. I don't have any guns left. Only a throwing knife which wouldn't do much for me since I'm a gun person.

I remember dropping two of them at the alley, and having a spare on my right boot.

"Where's my gun?" I ask coldly. It's the one dad gave me before they mysteriously disappeared.

"It's with Oliver. I'm sorry but it was also for precautionary-"

"May I have it back now?" I snap.

He looked surprised for a moment. "Of course."

He leads me through an isle with beds in each side. It didn't take long for me to figure that we're in the mall. Maybe that alley's at the back side of the mall.