My parents groaned from up stairs and someone I didn't know burst open the door, moaning and groaning. I sat at the breakfast table, my bowl of cereal half finished when they came in through the door, I looked at them with a puzzled face and then I saw their faces. Grey and dirty, eyes completely lifeless, hair falling out, pieces of their skin completely gone. I screamed and that seemed to get their attention even more, my parents hobbled down the hall and fell down the stairs, making sickening cracks as they landed on each step, they were followed by two more lifeless figures. I was completely trapped my parents were now in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, I screamed when they sat up, slowly getting to their feet, their eyes now lifeless. I ran into my room and grabbed my katana that sat by the head of my bed in case someone broke in, they burst through my door and I held the katana with shaking hands. My parents came at me with bones sticking from their legs. I couldn't do it. I hesitated for to long. They headed for me, making me fall back on my bed. "at least I would die comfortable" I had thought as my parents fell on top of me and-
Shira woke up screaming, her body covering in a layer of sweat, she was shivering, but not from cold. It was summer, about a month since the virus broke out. A month since she had slaughtered her already dead parents. A month since she had seen a human again. She pulled her cover over her head, it was 1 in the morning, and that night mare was always waking her up. She kept the katana in her hands just in case, but no Dead One had shown it's face since that night. She walked down stairs, still clad in an over sized half shirt and booty shorts, and opened the fridge. "better drink the rest of the milk." She thought reaching in and grabbing it, taking a swig before stopping cold. A thud at the door and a low moan. She ran back upstairs and checked the window, yelping in surprise as the Dead Ones were all around her house, all trying to get in. by this time, she was shaking. She was alone, no one to help her with this, and the front and back door won't last for long. She sunk to the floor, eyes wide. Yes she was a weapon. A double bladed scythe or a double bladed and double sided katana to be exact, but with no meister, she would have no chance. She heard the door slam to the floor and she whimpered, sliding her self under the bed, katana in hand. She was shivering, scared witless, her eyes plastered to the door. She heard foot steps and she slammed her hand over her mouth and was shaking even more when she saw tennis shoes, dirty and scuffed, holes in them and dirty ankles. She squeaked with fright as a Dead One grabbed her ankle and pulled her out from under the bed. She sliced it's head off with a clean swipe, then another and another. She was scared, so scared her body had gone into shut down and was reacting with out her permission. Another noise reached her ears, but she didn't react. She kept killing the Dead Ones, her eyes dull, but stopped as a hand rested on her bare shoulder. It was…warm.