Zombies Unleashed

Sighing, the dark haired male stared at the ground. The males father placed a hand gently on his shoulder, glancing at the ground he soon noticed the foot prints. Nudging his son gently, he indicated to them. A smile spread on the boys face as he began to run and follow the foot prints, the two men and his father soon followed.

Skye had crawled into an empty house after he'd lost the zombies and curled up coughing and holding his chest tightly. He wasn't all that far away and there were definate foot prints leading away from where the group currently stood.

Barely ten minutes later, Carlos returned to the spot where he last saw the red head. He was followed by his father and two other men. Looking around in disbelief, Carlos muttered; "But... He was right here..."

As Carlos did that Skye resorted to running, as fast as he could, away from the undead.

Carlos, in the mean time, was making his way back to his town to warn people of what was happening and of course to get help for his friend.

Looking around Skye bit his lip, slowly he edged away from all of them trying to think of what to do.

Giving the red head a stare of disbelief, Carlos reluctantly nodded and began to run.

Skye glared and shook his head.
"No, this time YOU'RE running" he snapped

Carlos shook his head. "The moan would have attracted others and they'll follow us. You run... It's focusing on me."

"W-w-w-we... we should j-just run...."

Hearing the moan sent a shiver down the older males spine. Carlos gently pushed Skye behind him, determined to protect him.

As Skye opened his mouth to tell Carlos to leave him alone a growling moan could be heard from behind him.
"urh..." his voice shaking "C-Carlos..."

The dark haired male continued to beg, occasionally looking around for any undead.

Skye did his best to push Carlos away and failed, he had no energy left. The red head found himself feeling faint and dizzy.

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The two had soon left the safety of the town and found themselves in no mans land. Carlos soon caught up with the red head, and continued to beg him to stay.

The red head could hear the sound of Carlos' feet hitting the ground so he quickend his pace. Although doing so made him feel light headed so he often stumbled.

His eyes widened as he saw the red head walk away, determined not to let his friend go, he began to follow Skye.

Shaking his head Skye wandered off with his hands in his pockets.

"W-we got enough room... And enough food." Carlos began to plead, he didn't understand why the red head was so determined to leave.

"It's not like you can keep me here" He said, turning around to look at Carlos trying desperatly to hide the amount of pain he was in.

"Skye..." He said, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Skye fell silent knowing Carlos was right, shrugging he started to walk off. There was no way of keeping him there, that was unless Carlos told someone about the fact that Skye wasn't well.

Looking at his red head friend, he sighed. "..Where do you belong, then? There's nowhere else."

Skye looked at Carlos and smiled weakly.
"I don't belong here..."

Carlos now stared at the ground, clearly rather upset. "I... I just thought..." He trailed off, still staring at the ground.