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Authors: Jack Thompson
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right." I walked a handful of steps, and grabbed the closest stool. Placing it beside the sink. "Sit?" "Thanks."
I sighed, running hands under the water before gently gently taking hold of his head. After sliding the band from his hair, and wrapping it around my wrist, I nudged his head back, and chose to watch the way he was reclined rather then the way the water flowed red from his brown locks. The fact that his locks were brown was something to contemplate too. I'd originally thought his hair was black, but it was just the amount of blood. It was disturbing to watch it slip down the drain. There was so much of it.
No wonder he wanted his hair washed.
I also tried to ignore the sounds of shuffling footsteps outside the door. It was as if they knew we were in the room. The groans, however, weren't something I could block out. No matter how hard I tried. They hit me bone deep. They almost physically hurt. They were pitiful noises. Not even very loud. Like a child crying, quietly, for its mother. Wanting her to hear, but not wanting to alert the monsters under the bed of its position.
"God, I wish they'd shut up." "They're getting to you, Excel." "So?"
"You shouldn't allow them to. As far as any of us know, they feed on fear. They feed on pain. Perhaps it makes the flesh more tasty."
I stared in horror at the brown haired man. Gazing down into honey eyes. He was.. he was grinning. It was pleasant to see he was capable of happiness. But I didn't understand why he was laughing. It didn't make any sense given the current circumstances. Unless..
"Oh my God. Malachi. You made a funny!" I didn't speak in shock as much as amusement. I hadn't expected such a comment to come from the man. But it had. And he was grinning about it.
Maybe he wasn't so bad. "Yes, well"
A shriek cut him off. A shriek, and something slamming into the door of the classroom. A shriek that simply broke my heart, and had me running to the window. It came from out there. It came from out there, and there was something body slamming the door. I was scared.
"Oh my God."
"What?" Malachi asked, approaching the window from behind me, pulling his hair band from my wrist. "There's a kid out there!"
"What?!"
Malachi didn't quite push me to the side as he made room for himself to look out, placing something over my shoulders in the process. It confused me long enough for him to effectively get me out of the way to view the situation. There, not so far in the distance, but rather hard to see due to the dim light, was what appeared to be a child. Barely coming to the stomach of the person attacking it. Screaming bloody murder. Probably scared as hell. I was scared as hell. I didn't know what to do.
Malachi turned his head. I followed.
He was looking down.
"Malachi.." I tried to sound threatening. "Don't you dare. Don't you even think about it!" But he jumped regardless.
At first, I gasped readying myself for the scream attempting to force its way out of my lungs. But the boy landed in a kneeling position, barely stumbling before he took of in a run. We were only on the second floor I realized. It wasn't a life threatening drop.
But still, the ass jumped.
"Malachi, you're an inconsiderate bastard!"
I sighed when the boy didn't look back. He, I was beginning to realize, had a one track mind. If you didn't fit on that track, you either got bumped off, or ignored. Apparently, I was being ignored, and although I was pleased that he was going to save the child no one likes being ignored.
Especially not with a flesh eating creature breaking in the glass windows of the door. "Dammit.."
I looked down.
At least there were no zombies down there. " Dammit .."
It was getting to the point that I jumped every time that the thing hit the door. "Please don't let me die."
I pulled whatever he'd put over my shoulders in front of me, trying to figure what it was. Realizing it was a leather coat, I slid it
I sighed, running hands under the water before gently gently taking hold of his head. After sliding the band from his hair, and wrapping it around my wrist, I nudged his head back, and chose to watch the way he was reclined rather then the way the water flowed red from his brown locks. The fact that his locks were brown was something to contemplate too. I'd originally thought his hair was black, but it was just the amount of blood. It was disturbing to watch it slip down the drain. There was so much of it.
No wonder he wanted his hair washed.
I also tried to ignore the sounds of shuffling footsteps outside the door. It was as if they knew we were in the room. The groans, however, weren't something I could block out. No matter how hard I tried. They hit me bone deep. They almost physically hurt. They were pitiful noises. Not even very loud. Like a child crying, quietly, for its mother. Wanting her to hear, but not wanting to alert the monsters under the bed of its position.
"God, I wish they'd shut up." "They're getting to you, Excel." "So?"
"You shouldn't allow them to. As far as any of us know, they feed on fear. They feed on pain. Perhaps it makes the flesh more tasty."
I stared in horror at the brown haired man. Gazing down into honey eyes. He was.. he was grinning. It was pleasant to see he was capable of happiness. But I didn't understand why he was laughing. It didn't make any sense given the current circumstances. Unless..
"Oh my God. Malachi. You made a funny!" I didn't speak in shock as much as amusement. I hadn't expected such a comment to come from the man. But it had. And he was grinning about it.
Maybe he wasn't so bad. "Yes, well"
A shriek cut him off. A shriek, and something slamming into the door of the classroom. A shriek that simply broke my heart, and had me running to the window. It came from out there. It came from out there, and there was something body slamming the door. I was scared.
"Oh my God."
"What?" Malachi asked, approaching the window from behind me, pulling his hair band from my wrist. "There's a kid out there!"
"What?!"
Malachi didn't quite push me to the side as he made room for himself to look out, placing something over my shoulders in the process. It confused me long enough for him to effectively get me out of the way to view the situation. There, not so far in the distance, but rather hard to see due to the dim light, was what appeared to be a child. Barely coming to the stomach of the person attacking it. Screaming bloody murder. Probably scared as hell. I was scared as hell. I didn't know what to do.
Malachi turned his head. I followed.
He was looking down.
"Malachi.." I tried to sound threatening. "Don't you dare. Don't you even think about it!" But he jumped regardless.
At first, I gasped readying myself for the scream attempting to force its way out of my lungs. But the boy landed in a kneeling position, barely stumbling before he took of in a run. We were only on the second floor I realized. It wasn't a life threatening drop.
But still, the ass jumped.
"Malachi, you're an inconsiderate bastard!"
I sighed when the boy didn't look back. He, I was beginning to realize, had a one track mind. If you didn't fit on that track, you either got bumped off, or ignored. Apparently, I was being ignored, and although I was pleased that he was going to save the child no one likes being ignored.
Especially not with a flesh eating creature breaking in the glass windows of the door. "Dammit.."
I looked down.
At least there were no zombies down there. " Dammit .."
It was getting to the point that I jumped every time that the thing hit the door. "Please don't let me die."
I pulled whatever he'd put over my shoulders in front of me, trying to figure what it was. Realizing it was a leather coat, I slid it
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