Goners

This is part of our Creative Writing: Finding Your Voice series, where kids were encouraged to free write and let whatever snippets/scenarios come alive on the page. 

by ​Lynn Johnson

"Cas!" I shout at him across the field, Goners tear at his skin.

   "Kris! Come help!" Agust yells, his voice booming through the screeching of Goners. Agust, Jazmin, and Gwen are on the opposite side of us fight a hoard of the zombie-like creatures.
  

 I snatch Cas' shirt, pulling him out of the middle. We run to the others, I kick a couple of 'em as I go. An opening clears, everyone sprints for anything with a light source. If we don't get light the Goners will get more powerful and take us down!

   "Run along the forest!" I command. 

    In seconds we reach the edge of the forest. It feels like we run for ages, the Goners still on our coattails.

   "There's old cabin! Look to your left!" Cas is barely audible as he shouts from the back.

   We race to it everyone piling in, I slam the door behind us. Jazmin and Cas are beat up as all get out, and Gwen and Agust have a couple cuts, not to bad.

   Gwen and I work together to keep the door shut, Goners are persistent, little jerks. 

    "Here." I toss Agust my pack, he pulls out most the contents to reach the antiseptic. He sprays everyone's cuts, including the gash in my shoulder. 

   Good no one got bit.... If I had been out there any longer I think I would have lost my mind.
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   Cas flicks on the light, the Goners finally leaving. We relax a little waiting for the sun to come back.
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