When The Light Goes Out

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over my arms, and zipped up the front without wondering where it came from. Then I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed hold of the window ledge, and pulled myself over it. Sitting only for a second before I pushed off. Unable to catch my breath. Unable to keep my eyes open though at the same time, I didn't want to close them. My heart wound up in my throat. My stomach in my knees. But, somehow, I refrained from screaming.
     
    Just groaned a bit when I landed on my butt, and rolled.
     
    "Jesus. If I get hurt for doing this, the boy will die." But I got the my feet, and raced in their direction all the same. Gasping when I caught the sight of Malachi almost physically throwing what appeared to be either a long haired boy, or a young girl out of the way of a diving zombie. I did my part by running forward, and scooping up the child, barely stumbling when the struggling mass was securely in my arms. "Shh.. shh. It's okay. Baby, it's okay. Calm down. We're not one of them. You're safe. You're safe."
     
    "They gots Louie!"
     
    "Louie?" I stared at the sobbing child in confusion. Wondering exactly who Louie was, and if I could help him. I just wanted the bawling girl to be quiet, and calm down. But I could tell it probably wasn't going to be happening anytime soon. Not with the way she started clawing at my shoulders like I was one of those monsters.
     
    "They gots Louie!!"
     
    "Malachi" I was cut off by two resounding gun shots. I barely flinched, but clung tighter to the terrified child. "There's a kid named Louie out there somewhere. We need to find him. She says they have him."
     
    "If they have him, he's dead." "We have to at least try."
    The boy looked back at me, and I could swear he was glaring death. Maybe he didn't want to go out on what could easily be a wild goose chase. Maybe he didn't want to risk his life like I was asking him to. Not to say I blamed him. But he nodded his head all the same, barely sparing a glance at the girl in my arms.
     
    Luckily he didn't outright throw the gun at me this time. He handed it to me.
    Gently.
     
    "Take her back to the school. Get her checked out. Dispose of her if you have to."
     
    I simply couldn't believe he said it. Couldn't believe he said it without hesitation. Then again I couldn't believe that my hand, the one not supporting the child's body, snapped out and across his face without hesitation as well. I couldn't believe he took the slap without a word. Just a nod of his head, and a nudge in the direction of the school.
     
    So I walked. Cooing kindly to the sobbing child. I did what I could to calm her down as I took to a jog not wanting to jar her out of position in my arms with a run, but knowing I
    had to get there quickly. At the same time, I had to keep the gun ready to shoot. It was bothersome. But not something I'd refuse to do. "I want Louie!"
    "Malachi's out looking for him right now. Shh.. it's okay. Calm down. Calm down." Unfortunately my assurances weren't doing much. The girl had taken to wailing, and several zombies were being drawn to the noise. The ringing that was beginning in my ears gave me half a mind to give her to them. But there was no way I could have. No way at all.
     
    With the need to get inside the building, and warn the others that children were now involved in the quickly growing dilemma, I sped up my jog. Doing my best not to get anywhere near the damned zombies. Completely forgetting that fact that, apparently, they could run but only for the few seconds before I was tackled to the ground. Child rolling from my arms, and away from me. Crying even harder.
     
    "Shit."
     
    I raised the gun, only slightly, as the creature was trying to eat me. Shooting him in the mouth when he got close enough. After that it was all a matter of trying to get him off of me. Not so easy when its dead weight. But I did manage. Just enough to slide my legs from under him, and grow frantic when I couldn't immediately see the child.
     
    I was

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