Polaroid (Part 1) – The Death
Born from sickness and death. Born from the walkers that killed my parents. I am born from the bites and scratches.
8 months and 2 weeks pregnant. While I was still in my mother's body. She was bitten and turned before she was ripped open. I fell out from her decomposing body a few weeks later, crying. But they ignored me. Walkers ignored me.
Without nourishment I was going to die... But years went past… Eighteen years… And my body did not keel over. Growing and festering, I aged like a human but survived like a walker. What am I?
Since I did not need to eat, I didn't. I could control myself. My body was thin, my bones showing. I grabbed a purple hoodie and black trousers. I kept my hood up at all times.
I was walking bare foot, as I could not find any shoes that were my size, even the men's shoes were too small. I decided that I wanted to find companionship as a Horoscope said I needed to. I did not know which month I was born, so I chose the first one, January, making me a Capricorn.
Humans have names don't they? I guess mine will be the first word I have ever heard and remembered from a human I heard going past. My name will be "Kill."
I rubbed my bald head under the curtain good. I did not grow hair, even though I have seen many of my gender with long flowing hair. I only knew what gender I was from some weird comics I found in a draw. I was a girl. My body was like others. I wasn't all rot. In fact my skin was soft.
It was hard to talk. I could really only read. I didn't understand much of the human language in a speaking sense. I see a sign. "Left… toooooooooo…" I couldn't say the next word. But it read 'Left to Ryder Manor.'
The trees were nice, not much of them where I came from. A beaten down old village with hardly any humans to speak to. I may be part Walker but I have no idea how to communicate with them. Being able to remember everything upon birth has confused me.
I heard a loud bang. I have heard them before. They seem to be guns. Able to take the lives of others. I have never been interested in using one, they seem too… Below me. As more and more loud bangs filled the area. I crept closer and saw about four people shooting at each other. Two shooting at another two.
Two of them inside the Manor, Two outside. "Reloading!" One of the outside men said. The two inside seemed less threating. One was a girl, wearing glasses, who seemed to flinch every time she uses a hand gun. The boy was young, about a few years younger than me, using his own hand gun. Reading multiple magazines and book in the village helped me grasp simple things. I'd hate to find something that wasn't in any of them.
I read some books where the hero saves the day. They always win and always come out on top. I grabbed a branch and went behind the two men. With limited muscle power, I thump the man on the right at the back of the head. He flinched and look behind him, so did the other. They pointed there gun but then they both sprayed blood on the floor. Falling on the floor.
The two had shot them while I had distracted them.
See? Heroes always win. Villains never prosper.
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