Before the virus there were people killing people. During the virus there were people killing people. After? Has the human race learned anything or are there still monsters that kill you not because they want to eat you but just because they can.

Everyone committed something they are not proud of during the catastrophe of the human race. Let it be killing an infected child, leaving your wife behind or just murdering another healthy human being because they were in your way.

That last one is probably the scariest. What happens when you do it and it agrees with you? There are those who kill and those who get killed. The strong and the weak. In this half built world that resides today can one go back from being a leader to being a follower. Can a wolf strip off its sheep skin and then don it again when the hunt is over?

I think not.

I picked off the infected one by one when they came for me. I was not about to die like that. Another meal for some walking corpse.

At the same time I threw off dead weight. I left some to die. Others I killed myself. It was their time not mine and I will not apologize.

Now they tell me that I have to be quarantined with those same weak bastards I'd have killed myself in this District One. They tell me that everything I fought tooth and nail to keep is now to be taken in distributed. Not my fault this pack of coyotes couldn't hold on to their kill. No. Fuck no. I did not do what I had to do just to roll over and let some fucker with his army issue gun tell me to get in line. I'd have slit the bastards throat in the dark if I'd had to.

I'd still do it.

I still did it.

With power comes corruption and never in the history of man kind has an average human being been given so much power over the entire human race just because he wears a set of dog tags.

I was not just going to sit there and let the bastard take what he wanted from me. That and I had made it a constant habit to carry the twins with me. They may have taken my guns when I came here but they couldn't take the daggers. Some lie about they were my husbands fixed that little predicament.

Husband. Fuck that shit. Seeing my girlfriend die before my eyes didn't make me any less of a dyke. People see what they want to see so why not tell them what they want to hear?

So there I was minding my own god damn business when this fucktard thinks that he can have from me what only one other guy ever got. I showed him the error of his ways by burying six inches of cold hard steel in between his ribs.

I figured it was appropriate, my twin brother always told me I owed him a rib. I always laughed and gave him a good bruise.

The fact is I was a killer long before the infection hit. I've no hesitation when it comes to the death of my fellow man. If I had would I have survived? I don't know. I'll never know. I don't want to know. I'm more then happy with who I am murderer or not.

So here I am in District One with one military bastards death on my hands. Ah well not like I haven't dumped a body before. Only it has never been this bloody easy. Middle of the street type thing, on the other side of the river of course. That was the hardest part but still it was worth it.

I don't know what it is about killing a man that, well doesn't bother me. They aren't less then me. Heavens no they are just as human as you and me. I just don't care. It's always been hard for me to care I guess. Perhaps I've a mental defect or something of that matter. Oh well too late now no use crying over spilled...milk. How inappropriate is that?

No matter no matter no matter says I. The fucker is dead. I'm safe in my lie. No matter no matter no matter says me. I am still here I'm still here to be.

So far just a one shot but this could be so much more if I wish it to be.