A Diffrent Kind of Dead

Chapter 4

"Whats your name?" he asked.

I didn't say anything, I didn't even want to look at him, his monstrous face.

He shook me, "What's your name? My name is Evan."

I still stood there quietly. He looked at me for a second before walking away. We were on the top floor, I walked into a corner and slid down the wall. I sat there, arguing with myself of how it's my fault or I could have gotten him through that window, I might as well killed him myself.

"Red, they call me red." I looked to the side.

"Well Red, It's nice to meet you. Whoop, got one!" He looked through his sniper rifle and shot something or someone.

" What did you just shoot?" I asked.

" Infected."

" Oh."

" Yes! they're back!" He said thrilled.

" Who's back?" I asked.

This is it, I'm dead. They are going to find out and kill me. I have to leave.

"The rest of the group." He smiled.

I got up and I looked at the door. I heard loud foot steps. A couple people walked in and they looked like they were from the military.

"Who's this Evan?" A tall man asked.

"This is Red." He smiled at me.

"She's weak, no muscle. Get rid of her Evan." The woman said next to him.

"But, sh-" Evan tried to defend me.

"Now!" She yelled.

"Yes mam." he put his head down.

Evan grabbed my arm and led me outside. Snowflakes fell on my face.

"I didn't want to do this but." he pulled out a tiny hand gun. "I'm gonna shoot you in the shoulder and you are going to pretend that you're dead until it's night. Then your going to run. Now act like you don't want to die." he said trying not to move his mouth.

I nodded slightly and I thought of Nat to get my self to cry. I threw my self down. screaming "Please don't!" I was totally faking the whole screaming thing. Honestly, he would be doing me a favor if he put me out of my misery. He pulled the cold silver trigger and released a bullet right in my shoulder. I fell on the ground and didn't move. The snow showed my blood pooling around me. I didn't really realize it would hurt this bad. The pain was horrible. I felt that unbearable heat growing into the spot where I got shot. I tried not to move, it was nearly impossible. It felt like someone was burning it with a lighter. It was terrible, soon it stopped. I took off my sunglasses.

I've got nothing else to do then lay here till the sun goes down. I closed my eyes for a second. A second turned into minutes. minutes turned into hours.

My eyes popped open. It was pitch black. I was freezing, my fingers were turning blue. I was Buried in snow. I got up and felt a hole in my shirt but, no bullet wound. I felt around for my glasses but my hand felt a little metal thing. What the hell? I put it in my pocket and started to run. My eyes adjusted to the dark, the only light I had was the moon light. I kept running until I was back into the woods, best thing about Washington is all the woods. I stopped, I could make out the figure of a big building. it was freezing out. I need to get a thermometer to check the temperatures, I like to be specific. I went up to the building and I listened for anyone or anything. There was no sounds other than the howling wind and my breathing.

Snow kept hitting the side of my face, it became numb. I felt around for the doors, I eventually found them. Once I got in I stopped and listened. Nothing, I felt around in my bag and found my matches. lets hope I can light it. I took one out and swiped it on the brown strip. Goddamn it! Nothing, I tried about ten more times. I put them back in my bag and searched for a lighter. I don't even think I have one, I finally found a light source. One of those crappy flashlights for kids. I didn't want anything to powerful, I don't want to get spotted and I don't want to be completely blind. I got my knife out and started to tiptoe down the hallway.