Signs of the Dead

Chapter 4~ Silent Scream

Sage's P.O.V

I look over to my shoulder and see a horde following us.

" Ember we have to get out of here!" I yelled at her.

" No... Sage I can't... It's to painful," Ember said.

Ember sat on a floor surrounded by dead bodies, but one stood out. There laying on her lap was Ash.

Her body was mangled and blood oozed out of her.

" Oh my god." I said.

I looked over my shoulder again and the zombies were even more closer.

" Ember we got to move," I desperately said.

" I-I can't leave," Ember weeped out.

How are we getting out of this, how am I going to save her...

I looked around and saw a shack.

That will have to do...

" Ember we got to move you to the shack," I tried to coaxed her.

" I CAN'T LEAVE HER SHE IS MY SISTER!" Ember shouted.

" I understand but she wouldn't want you to die," I gently said.

" I DON'T CARE!" Ember yelled at me.

I looked her over and saw her state of mind. Her eyes are bloodshot and her cheeks are flushed.

There just no way to move her while she is conscious.

" I'm so so sorry, forgive me," I whispered to her.

" What do yo-" Ember started to say.

But with a quick movement of my fist, I knocked her out. I picked her up and walked over to the shack and put her down.

" Forgive me," I said.

I closed the door and locked it. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes to try and focus on what I need to do.

I take a deep breath in and I unsheathed my katanas.

I re-open my eyes...

" Lets do this," I said as I ran towards the horde.

I shot straight up.

" What was that." I mumbled to myself," I haven't thought about that in a while."

" SAGE! BREAKFAST!" I heard Vii yell from down stairs.

I looked over to the mirror and just stared. I examined my reflection, my face was flused and I had dried up tears on my cheeks.

Seeing this I wipe my face with my sleeve and just stare out.

" Huh I guess this is when anxiety and depression kicks in," I mumbled.

I look over at my mirror and put on a fake smile.

*INSERT PICTURE OF SMILE CRY*

Third P.O.V

Sage gets up from her bed and heads down the stairs. She shakes her head a few times and bounces up and down before she is ready.

But before she could understand that for once since the apocalypse she is sane. But not in the way you would think. It's like how old people fluctuate between lucid and crazy, it's exactly like that.

That day they would be parting on their trip.