Brains. That's what the voice was--wait. In zombie movies, don't zombies always say that? What? But zombies aren't real! Or at least I didn't think they were.
"J-John? Hello?" I whimpered desperately, tears coming to my eyes from fear.
I glanced around quickly every once in a while, seeing nothing, no more rustling. Until I suddenly saw a black figure lunging out from behind me, going straight for me. I elbowed them in the ribs while they were in mid flight, making them hit the ground with a sickening crack. I jammed my knee into their solar plexus, hitting all the air out of their body as I rested my knee there, my other knee on the ground.
I looked at who it was. "DAMMIT LENNON!" I screamed, furiously getting off of him, kicking him in the side, and walking in search of the plane again.
I heard some wheezing and coughing, that would be John, still trying to catch his breath. But then again... I turned around and sprinted to where John was, seeing another man sneaking up on him from behind, except this man was a pale, grey/green colour. I ran at the man, taking my sword and stabbing him through the neck. I pulled out the sword, leaving him on the ground, but he got back up. Just then I realised what he was. A zombie. I only knew a couple things about zombies, but I knew you had to kill their brain stem. I sliced directly through the zombies neck, and it started squirting blood everywhere and blood was pooling under it as it fell to the ground. I was sickened, but it's what had to happen.
I kneeled next to John, feeling around his legs and ribs and arms to see if I had accidentally broken anything. I got to the back of his ribs, and he groaned in pain when I touched them. I better not have broken his ribs. I turned him over, gently running my fingers over the same spot. No breaks. That means I bruised it, thank god.
John groaned again, and I could tell he was in a lot more pain than he was showing. "S-Stop it Prudence. That hurts." he moaned.
"Sorry, John. I just need to know how bad you're hurt." I said, going to his legs.
"My leg hurts." John whined.
"You strained and sprained your knee. And your ankle's broken." I noticed his calf had bent back and landed under his thigh.
There were a couple more rustles as John moaned. And soon, John and I were surrounded by a circle of zombies. I knew John couldn't do anything, and this scared me. My heart started pumping faster and my breathing was shaky. Adrenaline rush.
I ran at the zombies, swinging my sword from side to side, not caring what I hit.
By the time I was tired, little bits of zombies and their innards lay everywhere. I sighed, walking over to John, who was now asleep. I climbed the tree above him, seeing bananas and oranges in the surrounding trees. I filled my backpack, sliding down and jumping before I hit John.
I brushed some hair out of his face. "Wake up Johnny. We need to get back to the beach." I whispered.
John stirred and moaned, opening his eyes.
I helped him up onto one leg, putting my arm around him as he put an arm on my shoulders. We walked/hopped to the beach that way, and it seemed to take less time then I had taken to get there. I'm with a crippled person, and it takes less time? Man, I must walk slowwww.
When we got back to camp, Ringo came running up to meet us. "What happened to John?" he asked.
"I did." I muttered, sitting John down so he was leaning against a boulder sized rock.
"What?! You did that?" Ringo was horrified as he pointed to John.
"Yes, I kept hearing rustling and a mutter of the word 'brains' and then he lunged at me from behind, so I elbowed him in the ribs in mid air, and kneed him in the solar plexus. His calf landed under his thigh, and I kicked him in the ribs. Okay?" I explained as I walked to a nearby bush of bamboo and chopped some down with my sword.
"Oh. Well are there zombies?"
"Yes. Lots of them." I took the bamboo over to John and slid the backpack off.
Ringo's eyes widened, "Real, flesh eating zombies?"
"Yes." I cut the bamboo into good sized pieces, then walked over to Ringo. "I need your suit coat."
"But it's cold!" he argued.
"Just give it to me."
He handed me his suit coat, and I started to rip it into strips. I splinted John knee and ankle with bamboo and Ringo's coat, then smiled, handing Ringo back the two remaining sleeves of it.
Ringo frowned, putting on the sleeves anyways. I smiled and shook my head, looking back to John. I felt bad about what I did, but I wasn't going to apologise. He honestly kind of deserved it.
"How you feeling, Johnny?" I whispered gently to him, his eyes opening.
"Alright..." he muttered.
"Next time don't try to scare me, alright?"
John chuckled weakly and nodded, "I've learned my lesson."
I smiled, "Good."
Paul came over to us. "What happened?" he asked.
"Ringo will explain. By the way, get a better weapon then that pool stick." I said.
"Hm. Alright. But why?" he inquired, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.
"There's zombies." I stated simply.
"Oh my..." he muttered. I saw the colour drain from his face.
I nodded, looking back to John. "You tired?" I asked him softly.
John nodded.
I smiled at him sweetly, "Alright, just a minute." I said, turning to Paul, "Where's the shelter?"
Paul pointed at a rock almost in the middle of the beach. It was a huge rock. About the size of your room (whatever size your room is), and it was as tall as a two story building. There was another one identical to it just 10 feet away from it, and a bridge in between the two made out of wood.
I picked up John (with great effort), and carried him to them. I looked at the rocks, or castles should I say, and dropped John on the ground in amazement.
"Oww..." I heard him groan on the ground by my feet.
I ignored his noise though. The inside of the rock was carved out and had a spiralling staircase with three rooms. It was absolutely amazing. The other rock had that too. I smiled widely at the shelter, trying to take it all in.
Paul walked over. "So, how do you like it?" he asked.
I wrapped my arms around him. "It's amazing... How did you manage to do it?" I asked.
"Well, George found a chisel and stuff, and we were a little too scared to notice these giant rocks until now, but I carved them out while George and Ringo made the bridge with trees from the forest." he explained.
I smiled wider, still trapping him in a hug. "And you managed to carve it by yourself?"
"Yep." He replied, smiling at me and putting his arms around me as well.
I kissed him on the cheek, and his face turned a bright shade of red.
We stayed embraced in a hug until John coughed loudly from down below. "Oh, sorry John." I said, blushing.
Paul let go of me and I picked up John, carrying him up the steps to the top room. I laid him on the carved out bed that had a ton of huge leaves on it to make it soft.
"What was that all about?" he asked, a frustrated / disappointed / angry / untrusting look on his face.
"What was what all about?" I said, confused.
"You and Paul." he said.
My face turned red, "I-I need to go get some more water to fill the canteen." I lied quickly, turning to leave.
"No! Wait." he argued, wanting me to come back.
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"Come here." he said, beckoning me over to the bedside.
I walked over to the bed. "Mhm?"
He sat up so he was almost eye level with me, saying nothing.
"What do you want, John?" I asked.
He grabbed my shoulders, "I've been wanting to do this ever since I met you." he said, pulling me down. I felt our lips meet, and he kissed me. He kissed me...