A little bit of zombie action in this chapter. Contains some swearing. Please review, more reviews I get the sooner the next chapter will be up! The real question is how sexy should I make future chapters? Should I make it filthy? Sensual?

The words rang like a church bell in her head, "Christa, what were you thinking?", she wasn't, she only acted on instinct, her family was in trouble so she stepped in, it was kind of a curse. The words came from Abby of course but this was after the ceremony, the first time she was thinking loudly to herself as she was rushed on stage in her sister's place; this dumb, wide eyed punk had two guards on either side of her, tugging at her arms aggressively.

The announcer onstage, an unbearable woman spoke loud enough without the microphone, "Who might you be, dear? Her sister?"

"Yes", she spoke irritably, freeing herself from the men and brushing her leather jacket with the palms of her hands hastily. She looked back and saw Abby's face as she was pushed back into the crowd, she looked so desperate, so fearful for her. The announcer noticed how Christa was still watching her with concern.

"Don't worry, she's safe now", the announcer said cheerfully, "Now, let's talk about you. What's your name?"

"…Christa…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that", she pushed the microphone in her face.

"Christa!", she she louder causing a shriek.

"And you think you have what it takes to be in the Zombie Games and represent your sector?"

Christa looked out into the crowd, she spoke bluntly, "Yes."

"Good to hear", the announcer smiled at her in hopes she would return one but didn't. The whole situation was awful and having men in uniform escort you home was barely going to be the tip of this iceberg. Christa was told she had 12 more hours at home before she was driven out to the zone where they had the games.

"What were you thinking?", Abby paced the floor as Christa sat on her bed; she didn't remember there being pink sheets with unicorns on them.

"Abby, there was no way in hell I was going to let them have you."

"But, I…I can do it…I know, I'm not as strong or as smart as you", she sat on the bed defeated. Christa cupped both hands to her face, bringing it up to her level.

"You're strong, you need to be and you can outsmart anyone but you need to be here…I know things suck right now. But home is the best place for you."

"You just came back and now you're leaving."

"I'll be back", she brought her into a hug, "I promise."

"I just wish it was someone else…", her eyes lit up, a light bulb came on in her head, "It's not too late, someone else could still do it."

"It is too late. No one else is going to do this…I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you."

"You're like the only one in the whole world I can trust", Abby smiled, trying to hold back tears.

"Oh, don't do this to me, Abby, you don't want me to be a mess."

"This is sweat", Abby laughed making Christa laugh.

Someone cleared their throat, "Mhgmmm!", Christa looked up to see her stepmother Camille, coming out from hiding in her bedroom for God knows how long. "I want a word with you alone", she had such a rasp in her voice that it gave both girls chills.

Christa talked to Camille in the kitchen, it was hard not to notice the armed men outside on their front lawn. "Why did you come back?"

"I used to live here, remember?"

"You think I'm going to forgive you don't you?"

"Camille, there was nothing else I could've done."

"They make antidotes! We could have gotten him help!"

"There was no time, he had you and Abby cornered!", Christa raised her voice, unaware that it alerted the men outside, "Even if we could get a hold of an antidote, we'd never afford it."

"That's never stopped you before, Chris. What have you been doing all this time, robbing banks? Is that why you came back so you could take Abigail with you so you could be like Bonnie and Clyde?"

Christa had a past, everyone knew that, she wasn't so much a petty crook but she did learn how to con people, it all came second nature to her when she dropped out of school. "I wanted to see how you were doing…I know I'm a fuck up."

"We're doing a hell of a lot better without you! Henry was the best thing that ever happened to us even if we did have to put up with you!", she saw the men looking in the window, getting suspicious about the argument, "I know you took Abby's place, so at least you're not completely useless. It still doesn't make up for what you did you crack whore!"

Christa desperately wanted to slap her but held back, as much as it killed her not to; Christa only ever smoked a crack pipe once, she was really only into weed and mushrooms, something she made sure Abby wasn't exposed to, she knew it was probably for the best she didn't turn out like her. Camille made it clear she didn't want her only daughter influenced by her, this criminal that lived under this roof for so many years. Things were different when Camille and Abby moved into the home, a small wedding for Camille and Henry, Abby, 12 and Christa, 17 got along almost instantly; Christa never knew she wanted a sister, at least maybe a partner in crime. Abby did help Christa on a few cons but nothing major to get her into trouble; in many ways, Abby was the only family she had now.

Abby didn't want to leave her side, she slept in bed with her, under the pink unicorn sheets, Christa also noticed the boy band posters, this was cearly not her room anymore. "Here, take this", Abby handed her a picture of herself.

"What, you want me to show this around to all the cute guys?", Christa teased.

"Ok, nevermind…", she was going to take the picture back but she was stopped.

"No, I'll take it…I don't know how long this will be but…I'll probably need this…", she kissed her cheek and hugged her, "And who knows what you'll look like in another 4 months."

A truck was waiting outside, ready to go, she felt like she was going off to war which in a way she was. She hugged Abby goodbye, it was so hard to let go but she knew she had no choice; Camille never left her room that morning. She was pushed into the back of the truck, next to her was the boy from the sector, both were quiet during the ride for a half hour or so until he spoke, "You don't remember me, do you?"

"Should I?"

"We went to school together", he smiled all snarky.

"Todd? They picked you?"

"Yup, looks like we're a team."

"Great. Everything I ever wanted."

"You know, if you smiled maybe you'd have more friends."

She didn't talk to him the rest of the ride, she just stared out the window. The facility they drove to was a warehouse used for combat training, it was like 2 weeks of bootcamp. Christa had an upper hand on most of them, even though more than half had experience with guns she had more practice and had maybe killed more zombies on her road trip. Girls, boys, men and some women felt mixed feelings about the way she obliterated full sized targets, intrigue, jealousy and fear.

The big day came, first day of Zombie Games and everyone was out to watch on the big screen in the middle of their sector. Abby was scared, she knew Christa could handle herself though but the rules of the games or lack there of let anyone cheat or betray someone whether they were on their team or not.

The announcer introduced the teams for each sector including Christa Stevens and Todd Mathers. The group of people were all crammed together in a small room and a wall lifted up, they walked out into an arena with their weapons, all given shotguns, 50 shells each among other things knives and machetes.

"Nervous?", Todd asked Christa who was busy getting her game face on. She didn't like how cocky Todd was getting, he was good with a gun but with hordes of the undead coming at them she wasn't sure how well he was going to do.

They scattered behind concrete barriers as two walls opened up, revealing almost a hundred of the walking dead. Everyone knew they needed to conserve ammo so made sure they had perfect aim for a head shot. Abby watched as one camera was on Christa as she blew five zombies away, she had this huge smile on her face. The cameras were on a four person split screen and at one point Todd was shown on two of them, he was dicing them up with a machete as some of the participants were dragged off and eaten. Christa kept a close eye on him as she seen one rotting corpse come up behind him but she couldn't get a good shot without hitting Todd so she alerted him to turn around but he couldn't hear her.

She ran to his aid, shooting some bastards along the way. She didn't see the red-haired girl run up beside her, she demanded her gun going as far as trying to pry it out of her hands, "Back off!", Christa yelled. The girl socked her and took her gun and now the zombie that was after Todd was now coming at her and a lot more fast. She did a wrestling move she seen on TV once, she jumped, spun around and had her arms around his neck. She just had to reach for the hunting knife she had hidden in her boot.

"AHHHH!", Christa felt the most intense pain of her life as teeth penetrated her soft skin right down to the bone.

"Chrisa, what were you thinking?"

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