When The Light Goes Out by Jack Thompson Read Free Book Online

further away.
     
    "She was begging for help. Saying she didn't want to be one of them." I said, as way of explanation, feeling myself begin to cry again. I tried not to though. I squeezed my eyes shut, and didn't allow the salty water freedom. I breathed deeply until I felt my eyes finally stop leaking. "I had to kill her."
     
    "Oh, no. Oh, God." Apparently Cathy knew why we were so upset. She went so far as to hug me, she rocked me a little bit. I hoped that she was older then me, realizing how stupid it would be to be rocked by someone younger then myself.
     
    "Let's go back, the others are worried.. it'll be okay, you two. It'll be all right." Dustin said, softly. Gently guiding both Ian, and myself in the direction of the group. I was amazed at how calm he was being. How gentle he was. No one should have been able to act that way, in the situation we were in.
     
    When we finally entered the front room, no one was there, so we crossed through into the auditorium, where maybe fifteen people were staring at us. The location confused me. I didn't now why they'd chosen the auditorium to keep us all in. Other then the seats, I mean. There were countless, large windows to be broken in. Multiple doors for the creatures to gain entrance. I didn't know why they thought it was safe. I really didn't. But I didn't know if I should ask. Would it scare the others if I asked?
     
    It didn't quite matter to me as much as it should have. I needed peace of mind.
    "Dustin?" I nodded my head when he looked, and asked my question. "Why the auditorium?" "Because as many entrances as they may have here, we have just as many exits."
    "Good point." "Thank you."
    The explanation did calm my nerves quite a bit. It told me that thought had gone into picking our hiding place. In fact, it gave me the thought that maybe argument had gone into it. Which, considering the fact that Professor Floyd was sitting there regardless of the look of agony was not only a possibility, but more likely then anything else at that moment in time.
     
    I smiled, a small, nervous little thing as I claimed myself one of the uncomfortable chairs in the back. I wanted to sit, and hate myself without interruption. Maybe, if I sat in the back, I'd die first. Or last, as the case may be. I almost hit myself for the thought. A zombie invasion is not the best time to go suicidal, not even a good time.
    Damn.
     
    Damn.
     
    I nearly jumped four rows in front of my seat when something crashed loudly against the door behind me. I couldn't suppress the fear that it was a horde of zombies, wanting to eat me. Which really was kind of stupid, seeing as I was only just considering letting them do exactly that.
     
    Then the crash came again.
     
    Weapons were raised save for mine, lost somewhere in the school and we all shifted towards the back of the room. Then the doorknob turned.
    Crap.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR

     
    All of us got a bit antsy, at the opening of the door. But instead of zombies being quite smart enough to figure that one out, a living, breathing, bleeding boy popped in. Completely out of breath, and in the middle of forcing the door closed behind him. I couldn't help but notice his rather long hair, pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck, continuing to hang maybe two inches below that. Couldn't help but take note of the two guns in his left hand. One couldn't tell his skin color, as he was absolutely drenched in blood, but his eyes were brown. A light brown that reminded me of my brother.
     
    Everything reminded me of my brother.
     
    "You okay, kid?" Dustin asked, already moving toward the panting man. He didn't look like a kid. In fact, he looked at least in his midtwenties.
     
    Part of me wondered where Dustin got his heart from. I, as a person, no matter how much I cared, would not have been able to approach the bloody boy. Even an entire auditorium away from him, he scared me. I couldn't figure how he got quite so much blood on him.