Alex was frozen in horror as she saw the Crazies approaching. Corin yanked at her hand, pulling Alex along, "Alex! We have to move!"
Alex followed her sister's lead. Corin ran down an alley, then another, and another. But the Crazies wouldn't stop. Corin looked back at her sister realizing they both couldn't keep running. Corin pulled Alex along dragging her into a building. Looking around quickly Corin, pulled her little sister towards some cabinets.
"Alex, get in!"
Alex did as she was told, as her sister looked behind them. Corin looked back at Alex with a smile, "Corin, come on you have to hide."
"Like that family we found?" Corin gave a harsh laugh, "Don't be silly Alex."
"Corinthina?"
"Alex, I love you. Don't make a sound and don't look."
Corin closed the cabinet, and turned towards the door to run back out of it. Alex could see her through the crack in the cabinet. That meant that when Corin was pulled back into the room by her hair that Alex saw it. The group of Crazies laughed at the poor girl. Tearing at her.
Alex bit her hand in an attempt to stay quiet. The tears ran down her face as she watched.
It was an eternity before they left, leaving Corin behind. Alex didn't leave her hiding spot right away, only sitting there in horror. Her sister's screams were burnt into her mind. Alex couldn't tell how long had passed till she left the cabinet, crawling slowly to where what was left of her sister's body lay.
"Corin?"
The tears that had dried up in shock once again welled in her eyes. She laid there holding Corin's tattered body.
"Corinthina..." More than anything Alex wanted to cry out, but instead she bit her hand trying to stifle the shout that was building in her. Alex's body shook with pain.
Alex stayed there for hours, holding her sister, before looking at the rifle held in her sister's hand. Wiping her eyes Alex grabbed it and stood up. Her sister would be mad at her for staying around. Corin would tell her to get up and keep going, "I love you too." With that she headed out the door.
Alex didn't wander far, drawn by the sound of crying somewhere in the distance. When Alex went to check it out she found a boy in a corner. He looked about her age. When he saw her he stood up holding a knife out to her and wiping his eyes.
"Who are you?" He choked out.
Alex looked at him. He had black hair and Alex recognized the familiar look of pain in his eyes. His hand shook as he held his knife, "You need to stop crying."
The boy gave Alex a confused look, so she tried again, "You need to stop crying or they will hear you and come back."
The boy wiped at his tears straightening up some, "You didn't answer me."
