Between Us ~{Twenty Øne Piløts}~

Between Us

Hello everyone! I had to write a story for my English teacher, and I liked it so much, i decided to put it on here :)) and i didnt cuss in the paper. If i did i would get my ass whooped. i hope you like it
f a m cuz I'm s h o ok.

*flashback*
Fear. That's the one word to describe the thoughts running through my mind. What were those things? They looked horrible. Rotting flesh, greyish skin, pulsating black and grey growths all over. They were attacking everyone.
"Faith! We're leaving. NOW!!" My father yelled from his room, upstairs. I ran up there, only to see him packing things.
"What do I need to grab?" I asked, on the verge of a panic attack.
"A few pairs of clothes, food, things like that." He snapped, scared. I ran to my room, and grabbed what he said. Here's the thing about my dad, he's been a bit abusive towards me ever since mom left. He would come home, drunk off his ass at least once a week. He's always rude, though, doesn't matter if he's drunk or not.
I ran downstairs to find my dad heading towards the garage. I followed him, and he unlocked the gun cabinet. He started to grab guns and put them in the bed of the truck, when we heard glass break in the house. We were quiet. So, so quiet. We weren't even breathing.
In that moment, we heard the sound. The sound that struck pure terror into our hearts and minds. The little faint click click click of a clicker. I raced to the garage door that connects to the house, and slammed it shut. I heard pounding footsteps from the other side. My dad moved the toolbox and the saw table in front of the door. There were a lot of sharp bangs on the cold steel door.
"Faith. Baby. I need you to listen to me." I hadn't even realized that I was crying and shaking uncontrollably. "I know I haven't always been the best dad, but I need you to trust me. Help me pack these guns and ammo. Then throw those bags in the truck." He said to me. I nodded through the tears and did what he asked. After we got everything done, we got in the truck and opened the garage door. I guess we were making a ruckus, because as soon as we opened the door, there were at least 8 runners out there. We plowed most of them over, and the others ran inside. As we drove into the counrtyside, I looked back to see a gigantic, lumbering, horriffic beast. It had growths all over its body, and was at least 8 feet tall. He, no, it made eye contact with me and let out a piercing roar that I could hear from in the truck and over the roaring engine. I don't remember falling asleep, but I did because all I remember after that was darkness.
*flashback end*
I woke up with a hot, sticky sheet of sweat covering my entire body. I get dreams like that often. Flashbacks of the day it started. Soon after that, my dad and I found a base filled with scientists looking for a cure.
I got bit when one of the runners got loose. I got bit on my 15th birthday. Happy fucking birthday, Faith. There was really nothing more to lose, so I volunteered to be a subject to the tests. They injected me on a daily basis. The facility eventually got overrun.
The infected walked right past me. I found shelter in a nearby cave, only to wake up and find it full of infected. They didn't even pay me any attention. I ran as fast as I could through the dark, rainy night. I finally found a little cottage in the woods. Cliché right? Well, I've been staying here for the last two years.
Today is the day that I venture out into the city. I've tested it, not even brutes can detect me. I was face to face with one last night.
I'm leaving as we speak... or read. I will be in the city in about an hour.
*time skip*
I'm sitting here, hiding in the shadows as a group is fighting off at least ten runners. I feel as if I should help them. I shoot up from behind a box, and one of the guys spot me.
"FRICK! ANOTHER ONE? REALLY?" He yells.
"I'M HERE TO HELP YOU!!" I shouted back to him. I grabbed my sword and sliced through them easily. I made it to the center of the ring and helped them fight them off.
Soon enough, they were dead and we sealed off the entrance.
"Now, who exactly are you?" The (dare I say it?) handsome guy asked.
"My name is Faith, I'm 17, and I just saved your asses." All they did was stare in awe. Well, except for the oldest looking girl. She just glared.
"You better start explaining." She threatened as she pulled out her 9 mm and put it between my eyebrows. I calmly agreed and explained what had happened since shit hit the fan. They stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"We need to get you to the capital, pronto." The other guy said.
"What's that?" I replied. He then proceeded to explain that it was an Army base consisting of the entire city of Manhattan.
"How do y'all know it's real?"
"We just came from there." The handsome one spoke up. I nodded and said, "How did y'all get way out here then?"
"We took a plane. It'll be waiting for us in the next town over in two days." The quiet, yet pleasant looking girl replied. I nodded again, and asked them their names.
The handome ones name was Josh Dun, and his friend Tyler Joseph, the other guy, have been great friends since before this started. They were gonna be in a band called Twenty One Pilots before this happened. They wrote a few songs at the Capital, and they play around the place on special occasions. They're also around my age. Josh is 18, and Tyler is 19
The older girl was Marie Dragneel, and she is 22. I don't really have a good feeling about her. The other girl is Calypso Kamdens. She's 18, and very quiet and kind.
"We better go." Josh said, and the pounding on the door started to get louder. We left through the open window at the back of the building. We started to walk towards the next town called Victoira.
We found the rendezvous house, and set up camp.
*time skip*
I'm the only one awake this morning. But I saw Josh stirring a few seconds ago. Suddenly, there is a bunch of static on the radio. Everyone jumps awake.
"AHHHH!!! THIS IS LU*static*NANT DAN WILKINS, AND I *static* THE GROUP FROM THE CAPITAL TO FIND ANOTHER WAY *static* THE CITY."
"Oh no. Nononono. No. He's not dead. He can't be. HE TOLD ME HE WOULD BE CAREFUL. HE TOLD ME TO WAIT FOR HIM!!!!" Marie screeched. I gave a confused glance to Josh while she started to hyperventilate. I walked over, put a hand on her back, started to rub and took deep breaths with her. She copied my breaths and calmed down soon after.
"How'd you do that?" Tyler asks.
"I have panic attacks more often than I'd like to admit." I said. Josh nodded, as if he understood exactly how it feels. We conversed about what had happened, and then we headed out, deciding to go to the nearest airport and grab a chopper. Turns out Calypso was training to be a pilot at the capitol.
At about the halfway mark, it started storming. We decided to take refuge in a nearby building. I was the last one to fall asleep.
I woke up to feel hands grab me, and try to drag me. I started kicking, trying to get away. They hit me over the head with something, and I blacked out from the blunt force trauma.
*time skip*
I'm strapped to something, but what? I feel around and find that it's wooden, probably a chair, then. I feel another presence in the room, like I'm being watched. Suddenly, the bag or whatever is ripped off of my head. I see three men and a table full of weapons. Their breath smells like sour milk and they looked to be around 25 to 30 years old.
"She was a feisty one, fellas. Had to knock her out to get her here." As if to prove his point, I snarled and snapped at the hands reaching for me.
SMACK
There was a sharp stinging pain in my right cheek. He slapped me. The ugly old bastard slapped me. I writhed in my bindings, trying to get at him.
"HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY ASSHOLE!" I howled.
"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH!" He yelled back.
The men looked at him, and shook their heads. "We won't be buying." The younger one said.
"THEN GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, YOU FUCKING FUCKITY FUCKWITS!" They ran out of the room as soon as he opened his mouth. He looked over at me, and smiled. His teeth were yellow and black at some spots. "Let's have some fun."
I frantically shook my head. I don't know what he had in mind, but I don't wanna find out.
He pulled out his rusty knife. He drug it down my arm first. It hurt so bad. He made two cuts on each arm, and carved his name, Jake, into my collar bone. Each scream louder, and each cut deeper than the last. I could taste the metallic blood. It smelled horrible.
"HELP ME! JOSH! TYLER! SOMEONE!!!"
"No one can hear you, little girl. You're on your own now." He said, smirking. He was about to drag the knife across my neck, when the door bust open to reveal Josh and Tyler. He jumped, and they shot him down.
Josh ran to me, and Tyler kept watch at the door. "C'mon, Faith. Stay awake. Don't sleep." My eyes started to droop. "Forgive me please." He dug his finger in a wound, and the adrenaline kept me awake. I was in really bad shape. They got to a truck, me and Josh in the back Calypso in the middle row, Tyler and Marie in the front. We started towards the airport. Josh patched me up, and I fell asleep.
*time skip*
When I awoke, Josh was running with me in his arms. Tyler, Marie, and Calypso were shooting behind us at something I couldn't see. From the looks on their faces, though, I wasn't sure I wanted to see. Then I heard it.
It was the same sound I heard the day it started. That piercing roar. Just then, Marie tripped. Tyler stopped to help her, but she waved him off. He shook his had, and she snapped something to him. He started running, but the brute was right on our tail. We jumped on the plane, and Tyler looked like he'd seen a ghost. He was white as a sheet and he was sweating buckets.
"What's wrong, Ty?" Calypso asked him.
"She was infected.."
"What?"
"SHE WAS INFECTED!" He yelled. Calypso then burst into tears. The brute was banging on the side of the plane. Trying to get to us.
Popopopopopopopopop. The sound of a machine gun. We looked out to find the brute dead, and a military chopper land a few meters away.
"IT'S THE CAPITAL!!" Josh yelled. We all whooped along with him. We hopped out and greeted the man in charge.
"James!" Josh and Tyler yelled in unison.
"BOYS!" the man yelled, happily. They hugged and started crying. Just then, we heard screams. Spitters. I hadn't seen one in forever. We needed to go.
We jumped in, and started to fly away. A few hours later, I was in a lab, getting blood samples for the cure.
I left the lab, only to find Josh waiting on me.
"Sup, Fai." Theres that stupid nickname that I loved.
"Sup, Jishwa?" I replied, laughing lightly. He stopped me, and put his hands on my shoulders
"Faith? I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"W-will you g-go.... Will y- you be... Screw it." He said, and pulled me into a sweet, passionate kiss. Gentle yet rough. Sweet yet hungry. The perfect kiss.

O ka y. So. That's that. I'm sorry for all the grammar mistakes. I drank a monster drink today, and it's 1:58 am and I've been off a sugar high and extremely tired since F UC KIN G SIX H O U RS AG O. I JUST WENT BACK OVER IT AND REALIZED HOW FU C K ING BAD IT waS. How DO YOU GUYS EVEN READ IT?

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