I looked around the perimeter. Clear. But not for long. I had at least a couple of hours before walkers came running the place over. "Matt we gotta' go"
"Yeah, coming." As we ran, the cold breeze sharpening my features, we came across a factory. The air smelled slightly polluted and rich in food.
"I'm starving." He smirked and looked at me with his sharp green eyes. "You've always had a weak spot for food little sis." I shrugged in a cosmic way the said, hey what can you do? As we neared the building we heard moans.
"Dammit." I whispered. The place was overrun, at least fifty of them were already crawling their way toward us. "Ok, plan attack C got it?" I said over my shoulder. Matt gave a sharp nod. We sprinted into action wasting no time. We got back to back as herds of them came toward us, waiting to get a snack. I thrust my knife to the one closest to me and threw a dagger aiming perfectly at the one on my left. My knife was good but it wasn't the best for the situation. "I'm getting weapon number 5 and using it against them, get weapon number 2, it will be faster and better for resistance." I didn't await for his response. I got out 6 screw drivers that were tied to a hand bracelet which quite honestly looked like cat womans hands. I put them on fastly and proceeded to strike two walkers at a time, using my feet to pull my hands out of their skulls. There was a walker attacking me from the front and I kicked it's head back and stabbed it with my knife. And people say gymnastics don't come in handy. I could use four weapons at once if you're wondering. The two tied to my hands and the two knives I held with my hands. I stabbed, cut their heads off, and disabled the creatures. Thank god my hair was in a pony tail. I could feel Matt's warm back pressed against mine and almost cringed at how familiar that was, it wasn't supposed to be normal I knew. Living like this, fighting, killing, everyday for a breath. For being alive. The bodies of the dead piled around me and my brother
and I still were getting tired. One after the other they came and fell, slowly and reluctantly but they did. I know this wasn't the life that I was meant to have, but that doesn't mean it's not the life I've gotten good at. Soon only ten were left and even thought they were far enough, they'd soon gain on us. " Ok let's change weapons, they're far but we have to kill them."
He crossed his eyebrows in thought. "How about we use weapon number 3?" It was a good idea. Weapon number three was a bow and arrow and served perfectly for the situation. I got my number 5 weapons off( the hand thingie with the screw drivers) and Matt put weapon number 2 down( a stick of metal), all went into the same bag. He pulled the bow from his personal bad and I pulled the smaller bow from mine. Carefully using the instrument we hit each target swiftly. Soon only a bloodbath of bodies were left and we were the only ones standing. As we picked all the arrows and weapons I thought of how funny we had found it, classifying each tool by Weapon number 6 or Weapon number 3 in order to make it less real life like. We had even made attack plans, but that's little compared to what our father could do. He was a marine and taught us how to track and hunt. Mom and I used to laugh at how we'd never need to hunt but I honestly found a sort of thrill to it no other hobby could give me.
I guess I did need it after all. "Hey check this out." My brother waved at me to enter the factory where he was crouched over something. Taking steady steps & strides over. " what's up?"
"Look," he pointed towards a bullet, " someone's been here. From the looks of it recently, see the bullet has scratched the surface and left a scar but it hasn't penetrated deeply enough to be old." I nodded. Whoever had been here wasn't anymore, probably died trying to get through the herd of walkers. "We should probably get the supplies. Before dawn." He nodded curtly and got up. We walked our way throughout the factory killing the occasional walker. I'd forgotten what it was like to eat a proper meal, man it's been long. We said light out a few hours after eating and even though darkness surrounded me, I felt safe for-probably- the first time in years.
〜〜〜〜4 months later〜〜〜〜
It was soaring through the sky. Like it were nothing', like it never mattered. My brothers head was being flipped like a jimbo ball. Hot wet tears streamed down my face as I screamed my brothers name knowing it was all too late. A herd had attacked the factory. Long story short we tried to fight but they got him and I felt so empty inside. I screamed in rage. I got my sword out and my knife in the other. I started attacking with everything i had, rage and hatred burning in me, giving me a security that I'd survive, those two emotions somehow fueled me and didn't even leave me breathless. And the worst thing was that, I didn't want to stop feeling this way, so after one they came at mee, one after one they died again. I kept screaming once in awhile, letting all the pain go through, feeling slightly light headed. I kicked and punched and turned and did gymnastics and eventually it came and felt natural for me. Using every weapon I could I stabbed, shot, cut, gutted and twisted the weapons through them. Soon I was surrounded by a pile of rotting bloody bodies that reflected sunlight. That's when I let myself feel, a piercing scream broke out of me, tears and sobs fighting their way out. I cursed too. Frantically grabbing my hair I fell to the ground, in circled by walkers, hitting my fist towards the concrete asking myself why? Out of all the people God could have chosen to take, why him? Why Matt? Why after everything I'd already done. My heart clenched, as if it were being squeezed. Suddenly I couldn't breath, my vision was getting blurry and not from tears, and everything hurt. My head pounded, I wanted to vomit, and my muscles burned. I was suffocating, and all I could think about was how I'd feel okay to just let it. Slowly my eyelids started getting heavy, my breath slowing, my heart beat getting tired. Why did I stay anyway? I knew this was going to happen, I knew we were all going to die in the end, so why did I stay?
"Because you're human." Someone whispered. A sweet woman's voice, my mother. "Because you're human and humans don't give up. Because you have hope." "Hope is useless." I replied. "No it isn't. It gives you strength no matter how impossible it may seem, you always hope." "It only hurts," I answered, " when reality come back in, you know that hope was only an illusion and that you were fool enough to fall in it." "Yeah, that's why it's hope, cuz' you always fall back in." It wasn't her voice anymore. It was my father's. He seemed just as he had before all this, he stared me down and said, "Remember that day at the park in elementary school that those kids were bulling you?" I nodded. "Remember what you said to yourself?" Slowly I started to remember the faded memory of an old life I could've had. "Yes," I whispered, "I promised they'd never do that again, I promised I wouldn't be afraid anymore. I wasn't a wussy," I took a deep breath, "and I'm not one now." Slowly i started feeling it, the bitter smell of chemicals and toxic filling my lungs, making me cough, but it indeed was nothing else but oxygen, no matter how polluted or destroyed. My heavy eyelids started to flutter and I squinted as the bright rays of the sun hit, fully impacting me. My muscles still ached but I could see past the physical pain now. The only thing I know felt was loss, a burning cold inside of me. So empty. I limped my way to the factory, halfway there I heard a whistle. I turned around slowly but surely. It was a boy, with a sheriff hat and long hair. I couldn't see him well from the distance but I could tell he was holding a gun. He whistled again not breaking eye contact with me, and a man appeared behind him. Older, probably in his mid-thirties, carrying a crossbow and a sleeveless jacket like mine only his seemed more filled with dirt instead of blood like mine was. He shared a glance with sheriff hat boy and then resumed to look at me. I was bloody, tired, and had just lost my brother. I knew myself I was in no condition to fight, much less fight someone who's not dead. Yet my stare never lowered, I never backed down. Slowly they got closer, moving carefully as if not knowing what to expect, and I let them. I let them come forth, close enough for me to able to see the sweat and heat radiating off them, to see how they were in good condition despite everything. One thing caught my attention, a light shade of blue was peeking out of the whole black and brown atmosphere they had there. Sheriff boy's eyes were beautiful, and that's when I scolded myself for thinking that way, I couldn't think that way anyway. Suddenly realization dawned on me, I could see what color his eyes were, meaning they were closer than I had wanted them to be. "There's food in the left block and water on the right. Some pillowcases if you go further down the hall." I spoke without raising my voice and i knew they could hear me finely enough. The older man's eyebrows shot up as if expecting anything but that, honestly I didn't expect that either but I did come to a conclusion. I can't stay here, not after seeing my brother that way, or fighting ruthlessly the way I did. Or seeing my family. No I would definitely not stay here. Might as well go in good terms. "Why?" Sheriff hat boy asked me. He had a deep voice. Well I'm screwed. "I've got no use for them anymore." I replied, the hot blazing sun sending a bead of sweat through my back. It wasn't exactly a lie, I didn't have use for them anymore, not if I were leaving. Sure I could always take them with me but it'd be like a reminder of this place, a reminder of everything that's happened here.
"Why wouldn't you have use for them?" The older man spoke, quite harshly might I add.
"I don't." I didn't look directly at him, I saw a point just right next to his right eye. Sheriff boy took a step forward and my gaze turned on him. He did have nice eyes, the thought registered at the back of my mind but I refused to acknowledge it. "Do you have a place to go?" My eyes widened slightly at his gentle tone, like the one you might use on a frightened horse or cat. I shook my head once. I'm assuming that was enough. The boy and man shared a look then the man grunted, a small smile spread through the boy's lips. It was a cute gesture, No stop it, I cannot think that way, much less now. "I have to ask you three questions, are you willing to answer honestly?" "Yes."