Surviving

Part 9- Fuck, I'm Out Of Shape.

Jo's P.O.V

We're still running and my lungs are on fire. I'm out of shape. I'm not fat, if anything I'm tiny. The boys tease me about how my collar and hip bones pop out. Like I said, this is the appocalypse, not much food to go around.

"Brandon. I feel dizzy." I tell him when we stop to breathe. We're no where near a place to hide.

"Jo, you have to stay with me." Brandon says. Hell, he sounds just as bad as I do.

"Bran-" Everything turns black.

Brandon's P.O.V

"Bran-" And she's gone. Right onto the ground.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath.

"I *wheeze* can't *another weeze* carry *another one* her." Michael says.

"I could, but I'm not that strong." Crystal admits sighing.

"I've got her. Hell, she ways nothing anyways." I say picking her up. Damn! She must be all muscle or some shit. She's heavier than she looks!

"Look, as much as I love carrying her, can we hurry up and find a place?" I say rolling my eyes.

"A place isn't going to pop out of nowhere!" Crystal says.

"I dont' know, does this place look familiar to you, Brandon? This town has it's secrets." Michael says.

I don't know. It does look familiar. Oh look a tree stump. I'm putting Jo on it.

Her head just hit something! Damn it!

SCREECH (Idk what word to use...)

A door out of nowhere opens.

"I don't care what's in there. Brandon grab Jo. Come on Crystal." Michael says. He's so bossy.

"Let's go, Jo." I say picking her up.

....................

Well, there's that.