It was dark and musty. She had no idea where she was, what was happening, or who she was. A warn smell drifted over her nose a few times. It was heavy at some sniffs but remained at a light airy feeling. It caused her nose to twitch and curl up in pleasure. It was a peaceful smell that reminded her of home. Home. What was home? Home was comfort, it was a safe haven for the broken soul. At least for the most part, she thought. Who was home? Who lived in home? She opened her eyes for a few seconds before closing them again. Mum and Da' lived there. Where her single sister lived. How'd she know this, she had no sense of knowing.

She remembered her mum's chocolate curls and dark brown eyes. Her da' had ginger hair that was slightly darkened over the years, from years spent outside gardening?, and had dazzling blue eyes. Her sister however, she had no memory of what she looked like. It was a blur of purple and grey, maybe even green. Piercings was one word that came to her mind. Your lip. Her mind was communicating with her for a short moment. Her fingers ghosted over her piercings. Two loops were embedded on her lower left lip, a single one on her right. Was it painful? The voice in her head frightened her, it was soft and eerie compared to the silence. She vaguely remembered her sister shoving her into the tattoo parlor demanding for a series of piercings. "Ow." She spoke aloud to her self. She jumped and closed her eyes tighter.

"Ow."

She giggled. She spoke again. It blistered the silence in a fiery passion. She smiled to her self. "Hello?" She sat up and touched her lips. They were chapped and full. In her hands she held a handful of her hair. The strands were light brown with a hint of soft ginger. What did her eyes look like? Was she more like her mum or da'? She opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. Leather seats and dashboards. A necklace hung from the rear view mirror, two rings sparkled against the golden chain. The rings were clean and the diamond in the smaller ring had a bite in it. She momentarily looked around and saw cream coloured seats and a rubber cover for a steering wheel, freshly fallen snow had drifted in through somewhere. It was a car, obviously, with bland seats. She flipped the mirror down and gasped, loudly, when a picture fell into her lap. It was dusty as if it had never been touched in months. The back read Fourteenth of March, Sydney's Birthday. That was a month ago if the calendar hanging on the rear view mirror was correct. Am I Sydney?

She carefully flipped the picture over and examined the faces. A tall man, her da', had his lanky arms wrapped around the shoulders of her mum and two girls. One of them was her. The girl in the middle was tall and had curly hair like her mum. Her eyes were brown and the corner of her right eye had blue lacing around the brown. She was wearing a dress that covered her feet in pools of blue. She had piercings like her but was missing one. The other girl was short, most likely took after her mum, and had straight brown hair. It reached her mid section and curled at the ends. Her eyes were the opposite of the taller girl's. Her eyes were a warm kind of icy blue with light brown swimming in the upper corner of her left eye. Her dress was short and swayed around her curves and her thighs. The colour was white with lace for sleeves. Which was her? She lifted her hands to the the cover that was holding her back from the truth. She lifted the flap and was mortified. She had the blue eyes but what scared her was the specks of blood covering her face. Her head began to pound as her chest heaved.

"Welcome home, Charlie!" Her mum shouted as she walked out. Her sister was named Sydney, not her. "You were in there for so long!" Her father stood to the side, his arms crossed in a friendly state, his hands hidden, "Welcome back nut case." She punched his shoulder at the nickname. A white bracelet slid down her thin wrists. She looked down at her left wrist, CHARLIE L. WHITE. Release Date:27 DECEMBER 2017."We missed you so much Char." He hugged her, his American accent ringing in her ears. "Did you miss piano lessons or hunting?" Her sister began. "Or did you miss your machete class with that boy, that boy named," Char smiled, "Tyler?" Her sister smiled deviously and flipped her newly dyed purple hair, "He likes you ya' know?" Char just kept on walking, her black jumper covering her pale scars, "Sure." Her sister came running up to her, "He really does." Char spun around and climbed blindly into the small passenger seat, "I'll believe that when the dead walks." It was a terrible car ride home. The divorce papers were hidden poorly in the pocket of the car. It had been an hour in the car before headlights began to appear in the wrong direction and the radio was playing a warning on repeat.

A car crash.

Char stared deeply into her eyes, tears forming in small sprinkles. She hesitantly looked at the shards of glass that scattered on the dashboard, the windshield was broken. A body broke it. She hesitantly put her hand on the mirror, she had to see who died. She flipped the mirror up to be welcomed by the top half of her deadsister crawling towards her. Her stomach was stuck in the jagged shards of glass that remained in place. A sickening flesh tearing sound was made every time she tried to grab Char's hair. Char stared at the body. Her jaw was hanging loosely by a few rows of teeth that were still intact. An eye was missing and her hair was partially ripped out. Sydney was gurgling and snatching at her younger sister with bony fingers. Her pinky and thumb were missing on one hand and her ring finger on her right hand was just a bone. Her eye was the worst. It still held the little patch of blue but was surrounded by a yellow brown. Streaks of silver ran through her dilated pupils when her fingers curled. The flesh on her stomach began to tear loose as she crawled closer. Char's eyes never left her sister's as she reached blindly for the button that would push her chair back. Once her fingers wrapped around the lever she pulled with all her strength. Sydney snarled at the move and increased the ripping in her stomach. Char hurriedly attempted to untangle herself from the seat belt. Sydney broke free and crawled up Char's right thigh and prepared for a fresh dinner. Char screamed and lifted her left boot and slammed it onto her sister's head.

Char wasn't stupid, she'd read the comic books and watched the shows. She new what her sister was and knew she had to kill her, but she was thankful for the knee-high lace-up boots she had gotten as a welcome back present. The heel of the black boots dug into her sister's rotting head. Tears poured out of her eyes as the zombie across from her made sounds as her head was slammed in. The thick, almost black, blood contrasted against the freshly fallen snow on the inside of the car. Her sister stopped making the desperate sounds when Char crushed her heel into her mush of brain and skull. Her chest was heaving, it was over. Char slowly tore of her seat belt and stood out of the car. It was terrible. They had crashed into a semi truck head on, her mum and da' were squished between the two cars fronts. Char gagged and held her stomach, "I'm so sorry." She walked quickly to the trunk and popped it open. Her backpack and new machete were grabbed and applied. Her backpack slung over her shoulders and machete in the holster attached to her left boot. This was survival now and she had no one. Her parents dead, her sister dead once again, and only her. Tears fell a bit faster as she took her sleeve and tried to hide the tears. "I'm not crying, I'm not crying," she repeated as she practically ran away from the blazing caught on fire scene.

"I'm okay, I'm not crying."