I didn't see the arrow until it imbedded itself into Ghost's shoulder, knocking her to the ground. I didn't miss a beat. I hurled myself over to him, narrowly missing another arrow that stuck in the ground beside my foot. 
Ghost was sitting up now, hissing in pain, "Son of a bitch! That hurts!" I was by his side, helping him to his feet. 

    He groaned in pain as we continued our run for the jungle gym. Another volley of arrows rained down on us and I hissed in pain when one arrow sliced open my cheek. 

    "Stop! Stop firing at us!" Ghost screamed, he had one arm wrapped around the arrow imbedded in his shoulder. 
A young boy called from inside the jungle gym, "Go away! You led the dead here, lead them away!" We didn't listen, we continued our stumbling towards the playground. 

   "Go back or we're shoot again and this time it won't be a warning shot!" Called the boy again. 

    "Please! Let us in!" I cried, we reached the bottom of the jungle gym, it was reinforced with bits of scrap metal. 

   "You are not welcome here! Go away!" another voice called down to us, this time it was the voice of a girl. 
From the tree-line that surrounded the playground, the first wave of undead came stumbling out, their arms out-stretched, looking for their next meal. 
Fear tore through my heart and I started hammering on the tin door, "Let us in! Please!" I screamed again, my voice held a note of urgency. 

    It felt like an eternity before someone pushed aside the tin. Standing in the makeshift doorway, was a boy about my age, with choppy-blond hair and blue eyes. His eyes went from me to Ghost before going back to me. 

    "Come in, hurry!" and the boy hurried us in. We didn't need to be told twice. 

   Once inside, the boy slide the metal back into place. I was surprised at how warm it was inside the jungle gym and upon second glance I realized that there was a trashcan fire lit in the middle of the place. The only light seemed to be coming from the trash-can fire. Hidden within the shadows of the makeshift fortress, I saw children, peering at us with wide curious eyes. 

   "Maria. Isabel, take these two to Winston, to make sure that this one doesn't have infection." The boy nodded to Ghost as two girls, who looked a year or two younger than Ghost and I. They took us gently by our elbows and started to steer in in the direction of a blue and red rusted staircase. 

    All the kids seemed to have a grim looks on their faces, as they armed themselves for makeshift bows and I noticed that even the youngest of the children, who seemed almost six or seven was armed with a bow. Last thing I saw before our way was cut off by a wall of scrap metal, was a group of boys and girls racing up a set of stairs opposite our own.