I dislike you))

It had been just a few weeks since their first kiss when the chaos struck. It was before dawn, and Mercy wasn't even awake yet. That was when the screaming began. It jolted her awake. She blinked in the darkness, listening for a few moments and then shaking Luke's shoulder. "Get up, get up." She whispered urgently, ripping herself away from him and jumping out of the bed. She turned the light on and glanced over at him in panick. She quickly threw on her boots, grabbing his and rushing them over to the bed, dropping them beside him.

I know <3)

Luke started awake as she shook him. He looked up at her panic, waking up slowly. He sat up, listening to the terrified shrieking outside of their door and echoing down the halls. He tossed the blanket off and put his boots on. He found a bag quickly and various items it would be pleasant to have. Dutch was defensive at all the sounds, sticking to Luke's side. He opened the door slightly, there wasn't anyone nearby in the halls but the screams grew louder and louder. He moved off and grabbed the bow and it's quiver. "We grab a gun or two and run straight out?" He whispered to Mercy.

"Sounds good to me. Go. Ill watch your back, I have my bow." She grabbed her prepacked bag and her bow, nudging him out the door and looking around anxiously as they made their way toward the armory. As they scurried past the cafeteria, where the screams were coming from, Mercy saw Laura in the thick of it, doing her best to keep away from the infected. She stopped and stared into the room. "Keep moving." She said, before diving quickly into the room and shooting a misted that ran toward her. She yanked the arrow out and reloaded it before the body had even hit the ground. She fought her way toward the center of the room, shooting multiple on her way.

((Should Laura die or survive?))

I think it'd be awesomer if a small group survived and they found em later on))

Luke stared in at Laura in the cafeteria, clenching his jaw but he kept moving. If she was in there she probably wouldn't make it out. He ran past, Dutch at his feet, into the armory, He slid a loaded handgun to Mercy and grabbed on for himself along with a rifle and a lot of ammo. "Hurry hurry lets go," He said starting to move toward the exit

Eeee Mercy is still in the cafeteria, gets overwhelmed, barely makes it out alive and Luke doesnt notice until he's out?))

I mean he would've stepped outside and slid another one out at her))

Luke slipped out of the armory again, yelling to Mercy. "Come on!" He waved her over since at the moment she didn't look overwhelmed. Then he ran off down the hall to the exit. He opened the big door, pistol in hand as he slipped out, the building locked down shortly after, the door dropping down. Only unlocked from the inside. He turned around. "MERCY!" He put his hand on the door. "Shit." He spun around, leaning on the door, he could still hear the screaming. He needed to move before more came. He whined a little, pacing slightly before he ran off not too far away but safe. He sank down behind a tree, panting. He leaned forward. "God dammit. Mercy," He clenched his jaw running his hands in his hair.

She fought. She was fighting hard to try and help anyone, but nothing she did made a dent. She got cornered, multiple times. She was there for... 10 minutes. Twenty minutes. After a half hour, she was exhausted. She was running on the fumes of adrenaline and it was all hopeless anyway. Her hands were shaking as she shot, one volley after another. She crept toward the entrance slowly, but not fast enough. She got tackled, and with no strength to fight it, she went limp. Almost immiediately, and older man lunged forward and tackled the misted. Screaming at her to run. She lay, stunned for a moment, before scrambling up and away. She ran as hard as she could until she hit the door, slamming the button for it to open and throwing herself up the stairs as the door lowered, stopping a hoard of infected from following her out. She crawled over to the door, putting her palms flat on the smooth, unmoving surface. She began to sob quietly, curling up next to the door, too grief ridden to think, too exhausted to move.

Luke waited a while, the sound died down. He was almost in exactly the same position. He'd been there long enough Dutch had fallen asleep. He sat up, leaning his head back on the tree. He took a deep breath, almost shameful. He stood up slowly, checking his watch. The sun was rising now. He whispered to Dutch, waking him up as he walked back to the compound-ish place. It took him a little while, but soon he spotted a girl laying outside. He picked up the pace and ran toward her, hitting his knees when he recognised her. She seemed asleep so he nudged her. "Mercy?. Mercy!" He had his right hand on her shoulder.

She shook awake and stared up in alarm. "Luke? Oh my god, Luke!" She sprang up and tackled him with a hug, throwing her arms around him. She kissed him as they hit the ground, tears running down her face.