You Can't Cuddle With A Zombie (Old Verison)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

~Ella~

I leaned against the window and took a deep breath.

Which was useless because I lost it right away.

The Zombies snapped their heads to the sky as the helicopter passed by them. They all stopped what they were doing, turned, and followed us. It had probably been months since they'd had a meal.

I felt sick again.

Maybe this had been a bad idea.

I looked around and saw that everyone was sleeping. Everyone but Dominic and Alyssa, who were finally having a real conversation. I took a deep breath again and winced at the pain I felt. My arm hurt.

I laid back on the chair and fell asleep.

"Are you excited?" my mom asked, smiling.

I looked at her and nodded, excited. My sister Jenna was coming back today, from Europe! She had been traveling around the world for almost a month. Of course, she was coming back for a funeral. The funeral of our dad, but I tried not to think like that.

I looked at my mom as she softly wiped her tears away.

She cried a lot now.

I hated seeing her sad.

"Mommy, we're going to be OK, right?" I asked.

She looked at me with her red eyes and smiled.

"Yes, hunny. We're going to be alright."

I smiled and sat next to my mom, waiting.

Then the news came on. I looked up, playing with the gap I had between my teeth.

"Breaking news: A plane coming from Europe has crash-"

My mom's head shot up.

Wasn't Jenna coming from someplace called Europe?

"Mommy, what's wrong?"

"Ella, hun be quiet for a second," my mom said, standing up and walking closer to the TV.

"It was horrible. The pilot went crazy. He started yelling that there was a bomb on the plane. He then crashed it into the ocean. It was really fast. None of the passengers would have noticed until they were in the water."

I looked at my mom as she stared into the television.

"This were no survivors."

I woke up to the sound of yelling. Jeez, were Dominic and Alyssa fighting again?

"Ella," I heard a voice call my name, followed by a shake. "Ella," the voice tried again, but I was tried.

Let me sleep!

"ELLA!"

My eyes shot open, glaring back at Jeremy.

"What?" I demanded, still dazed.

His face was serious. God, what now?

"We have a problem."

I quickly sat up, eyes wide open.

What? We can't have a problem! We're on a freaking helicopter!

"What do you mean, we have a problem?"

My voice was scary and threatening. I didn't want bad news.

Jeremy didn't respond right away.

At least he knew not to mess with me when I was pissed.

"We're running out of gas."

We're running out of gas...WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF GAS?

"What?"

I pushed past Jeremy and moved so I could see Dominic.

"Tell me it's not true," I begged, my voice cracking.

Dominic looked at me through the mirror.

"I can't." But he smiled. "The good news is that there is fuel in here." Then he frowned again. "Where it is, is the problem."

I sighed.

"So we need to land."

He nodded.

I swore under my breath. "How long do we have?" I asked, sitting back on my seat.

"About...less than two hours," Dominic responded.

I looked out of my window. The Zombies looked like they were climbing over each other. It looked like a sea of people.

There were so many of them.

And only nine of us.

"Just keep flying until we find a place to land."

No one spoke after that. We were all wondering the same thing.

If we found a place to land.

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"How are you feeling?" I whispered to Ricky.

Everyone but our pilot was asleep again. He smiled at me.

"Better. I think I just needed sleep," Ricky said, smiling his toothy smile.

"Good," I smiled back. "But when we land I needed to check you over. Just in case," I added just as he laid back into his seat.

"Promise?" Ricky smirked, as he closed his eyes.

I laughed, getting comfortable.

Then there was ringing. A loud ringing and a flash of red light.

"Dominic, I don't like the sound of this," I yelled over the alarm.

One by one the rest of the group started waking up.

"Dominic!" I tried again, gripping onto the seat.

The helicopter shook uncontrollably.

"We have an issue guys!" Dominic's voice came over the speaker.

The helicopter shook again.

I smelled smoke. God, I'm going to throw up.

"What's going on?" I heard Logan ask in a sleepy voice.

Alyssa stood up from her seat, moving to the back.

"Guys, we need to get out of here," she said, grabbing the bags of weapons we had.

"What? Why? What's going on?" Wes asked, fully awake.

I gripped the seat tighter, closing my eyes.

Then I heard her say it.

"The engine's failing."