008 - Fear The Living

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Aliyah and Aiden had both, surprisingly, managed to get some sleep last night. Both tossing and turning throughout the night but their bodies were too tired to fight with the memories that cursed them as they slept, so they slept through.

What did manage to wake Aliyah up however was when she heard a slight creaking noise. A noise that could only be caused by the opening of a door. She could still hear the zombies crowding around the entrance, obviously unaware that the animal they had seen inside so long ago, was still inside but was dead. And she knew from her observations that her and Aiden were both still alone in the storage room that they had cleared and camped in the day before. So that left only one more known entrance. The door through which they had entered merely hours ago.

Aliyah weaved through the boxes, urgency clawing at her. Her heart was begging for her to just yell and wake Aiden up but her mind knew that in doing so she would be killing them both. So she kept going through those boxes until she reached Aiden on the opposite side of the room.

Her arms reached out. One muffling over his mouth to prevent any noise and the other shaking him awake. Tears caused by the panic begged to be released from her eyes but she swallowed them back.

"Aiden. Aiden get up." She softly pleaded for him to wake up, for him to just wake up so that she had some sort of back up.

His eyes sprang open in a state of horror. When they connected with Aliyah's he realised what must have been going on and his heart rate began to settle slightly. He sat up and relaxed his back against the wall.

They were looking at eachother now. They needed a plan. Aliyah knew that Aiden needed a weapon, so she placed her index finger over her lips and raised from her crouch. Her eyes scanning every section of the room for a weapon that Aiden would actually be of some use with.

Aiden caught onto what she was searching for and brought himself off of the ground to join her in the almost silent search. Aiden's hand had been skimming a top shelf when he felt metal and grasped a hammer in his hand. Aliyah turned to see what had caught his attention and in seeing a hammer in his hand and his confidence still in place she guessed he was good.

As they retreated back to eachother they heard a sound they had dreaded since the start of the end. The handle of the door was moving down. They had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. This was it.

They both took a breath, seeming to center themselves, and prepared to have to beat the shit out of whoever was coming through that door.

Both teenagers took steps back as a man came barrelling through the now open door. He was tall, powerful - wait, no. He just held himself like he had power.

"Well then. What have I found?" He had a sly grin plastered onto his face and the look in his eyes reminded Aliyah of the feeling she would get when she heard footsteps that weren't her own at night.

Her stance faltered and her facade fell. She looked scared. And as much as Aiden enjoyed her walls being down this was not a wall he wanted breaking. He wanted her fears to stay her's. To stay private. He didn't like it when she was scared.

Aliyah really wanted to be the strong one. To be the protector. But she couldn't be. She was a child, only 16, she needed protection. She met evil when she closed her eyes or saw her own reflection. She had been strangled twice before. They were both dead now. She had been on her own at the start of all of this. But the fear she felt now was incomparable. She had never been so scared.

Aiden could see her trying to build up her walls again. He could see her desperately scraping the depths of her mind for extra bricks. For protection he knew wasn't gonna come. She knew that too, somewhere. Somewhere she knew that there was no help, no extra bricks.

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