Airborne

"Don't move," I said to Kiersten, but before I could add anything comforting, Justin shoved his hand over my mouth. I wanted to scold him, take the immature route and lick his palm, but I knew he was just preventing me from accidentally causing our deaths.

There was a creak as a door above us opened, shedding light throughout the crowded stairwell. I swallowed and Justin lowered his hand. The zombie could no doubt smell all the sweat, dirt and blood that we all wreaked of.

I took in a quick breath as it's voice echoed around us, ringing in my ears, "Come out, come out, wherever you are."


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