Zo̱ntanoús Nekroús: Chapter six

Tom regained conciseness and stared out into the darkness. He realised that he was being carried, by whom he did not know - just like he did not know of the ever growing threat.

Tom looked up at the person who was carrying him and was surprised to see that it was Kyle. Tom looked around and saw Lottie, her hand clasped tightly inside Kyle’s. Kyle glanced down at Tom and suddenly a surprised look appeared on his face, but quickly turned into a smile. Kyle grinned as he put Tom down. Lottie appeared in front of Tom, hugging him tightly. “Hey!” Tom said with a smile.

Tom heard a scream. Tom instantly recognized it, it was the voice of a dead girl, the voice of Eleanor Blaise.

Tom started running, his legs ached but he ignored the pain. He broke into a full on sprint, with Kyle and Lottie on his tail. He ran down alleyways, across once busy streets, through car parks until he reached the source of the sound. Then he saw them, a raging torrent of fire and a boy crouched low holding a handgun which was shooting bolts of lightning at the creatures. Kyle and Tom ran forwards towards the fire. Kyle plunged his hand into the hot flames, his hands clasping hold of the girl inside. Suddenly the flames started to die down, eventually leaving a few dull sparks. Tom rushed over to Eleanor. “Eleanor.” He whispered.

“Tom?” she asked.

W.I.P.