#3

It all felt so hopeless. No matter how many shots she fired, no matter how many zombie fell, more and more kept coming. Firing a gun probably wasn't helping either. She watched in a mix of fascination and awe as Woodrow fought with his fists and impromptu weapons. He was so strong, the sort of strength Kylie strived to be, and he was likely killing more zombie with his fists then Kylie could with the entire artillery of the army. Kylie watched in horror as Woodrow was overtaken by the undead. It really was hopeless. Kylie was bitterly reminded that no one lived forever, especially during the end of all days.

Kylie watched as Camella scrambled out from under the fence, and she didn't seem to be in the best shape. Kylie couldn't tell what she was holding, but whatever it was must have been important. As Woodrow approached her Kylie forced herself to make eye contact, no matter how intimidated she was by him. His words hit her hard. She nodded quickly. “Yes Sir.” She spoke, struggling to find strength in herself. 

She watched as Woodrow turned back to the hoard of zombies, firing and shouting as they surrounded them. He was creating the perfect distraction for the two girls to escape. Kylie could see the limp in Cambella's leg, reminding herself of the similar pain in her leg. But right now Camella needed the support, physically and mentally. She had to be strong. She was being entrusted with the life of another, and this time she wasn't going to mess up. Kylie moved to Camella, looking her in the eye with as much will as she could muster. “Take a deep breath. We are getting out of here. Lean on me.” 

Kylie wasted no time waiting for Camella to respond. “Hold onto that...thing...” Kylie said, gesturing to the car battery. Kylie took one of Camella's arms and put it around her own shoulder, then wrapped her arm around Camella's waist to support as much of her weight as possible. “I'm gonna try and get us to someplace safe, and then we can look for the rest of your friends.” Kylie walked slowly as she dared as she helped Camella walk. She could only hope she could make some sense out of the medical equipment she had gotten from the ambulance. “It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay...it's gonna be okay.” Kylie began whispering, maybe to settle her own nerves as she led Camella along the road. 

She didn't dare look back.