Lets make a story

[Becca]

"You can do that." Collin sad plugging his nose.
"Fine, hand me that fire iron," Darcy said nodding towards the fireplace,"

[Natalie]

Collin handed it to him and Darcy held it in both of his hands. Darcy positioned the fire iron over one of the dead people's heads and looked away, showing the sharp end of it deep into the brain. He stabbed it again, more confidently this time. Cold blood splattered on the wooden floors. "Yuck." Darcy said, moving on to the next dead person.

[Becca]

Collin had to leave after he had done the young boy, he left heaving and threw up in the kitchen.
"Oh great! Were going to be staying here for a while the least you could do is go outside and do that!" Darcy snapped.
"Sorry!" Collin screamed back.

[Natalie]

"Shut up!" Darcy hissed. "They are attracted to noise, remember! You don't want a bunch of creatures eating up your face, now do you, hm?" he snaps. Collin wipes his mouth on a towel near the sink. "We need to search the cabinets. There could be food." Collin said, ignoring the nasty look Darcy sent him.

[Becca]

They had rummaged through all of the cabinets and only found four cans of beef stew.
"Great!" Collin yelled and Darcy glare at him and Collin flew I had up to his mouth.
"Im going to need to train you, and soon, before you get us killed." Darcy whispered.

[Natalie]

Collin glared at Darcy. "I'm trained enough... I've been in this a hell of a lot longer than you have." he said. Darcy looked up at Collin. "Three years is a hell of a lot longer? Let me tell you something, smart ass. I don't accept this kind of attitude. I've told you over and over: age doesn't matter!"

[Becca]

"If were talking about an apocalyptic war and were living every single day in terror killing those Things, yes, yes it does." Darcy said.
Collin glared at him.
"What are we going to do? We have very little food and little shelter, were screwed."

[Natalie]

"I can always count on you to think on the bright side of things." Collin said to Darcy sarcastically. Darcy sighed. "Look, mate. We're going to need to get along. Let's start with this: Tell me what you think your name is." Darcy said, offering kindness. Collin looked at the floor. "I think that my name is Collin. And I think that yours is Darcy." Darcy nodded. "Darcy. Collin. I like that." he said, his British accent clutching his words.

[Becca]

"I thought of it when you were trying to give me a heart attach running." Collin said staring at the floor.

[Natalie]

Darcy smiled a half-smile. "Darcy means dark. I like it." Collin grinned. He had picked up information from his mother when she was still alive. She had said that she would not have a boy who did not know how to read, write, or talk.

[Becca]

"Yes, and Collin means triumphant, I thought it fit." Collin smiled at the ground. And suddenly there was a loud thump, and crash, then... Screams.
End of Chapter Two

[Natalie]

Chapter Three:
"Hello?" yelled Darcy. The noise came from upstairs. "Is anyone there?" another scream. "Leave me alone! I know you're... You're one of them! Go away!" the voice sobs.

[Becca]

"Listen, we can help you, were not one, please." Darcy pleaded.
"Wow that's the nicest I've seen you since I've met you." Collin mumbled. Darcy glared at him.

[Natalie]

"We're coming up there!" Collin called up. "NO! Leave me alone!" sobbed the voice.

[Becca]

"What are we going to do?" Collin asked.
"Where going up there." He began to go up the stairs.
"No!" Collin grabbed his arm.
"Give her some space, she sounds broken up." They could the girl sobbing. Darcy clenched his teeth.
"Fine." He stepped off the first step.
"What's your name?" Collin Yelled up the stairs.

[Natalie]

The voice sobbed, "As if you care! You're just here to eat me!" She was in rough shape. "We're only here to help, little girl!" Darcy called up, disgusted. "She's obviously not a little girl, Darcy." Collin said through gritted teeth.