Zoe's POV.
I cried like never before. Right, I had never killed her father before.
No, it's improbable, I'm sleeping, it's just a bad dream! It can't be real!
"I love you, Zoey."
"I love you too, dad."
My hands shook, but still… I shot.
Is it real? Mom… Dad…
I should get out of here!
I moved like a zombie. Zombie? Hah… funny. Funny very much! Shirt.
What should I take? Pistol, of course. Some food. It's enough. I should move. But… where?
It's not important. I can't stay here! I should move! Move! Not here…
I understood that I have hysterics and hit my cheek. No, I should be stronger now. I should live for my parents. They wanted this.
And I should forget that my mother wanted to eat me too… It wasn't she.
I went out of the house, but didn't recognize the city. It's unreal! It's… hell!
Yes, real hell. There were fire, blood and parts of human bodies on the street. People ate another people, everyone cried or growled.
-Oh, my god! – I moaned.