She crawls back to the window. She is now shaking slightly. A tear rolls down her cheek. She closes the closet door. The pine smell still there. The door has cuts in it, one all the way through it. She looks out the cut in the door. She doesn't see him yet. She pulls her knife out of her boot. She hold onto it firmly and gets ready for when he comes. She waits. He shows up in the door way. He smells around. He looks at the closet and walks towards it. He reaches out to grab the handle when Jazmine jumps out and stabs him in the head.
His body falls hard and hits the floor. She kneels down beside his body. And cries. Brenton comes out and touches her shoulder. She shakes it off. He want to help her but doesn't know how. She is hard to read. One wrong move and she could kill him if she needed to. He just stands behind her looking at her. He knows better than to just keep trying. Neither of them speaking they walk out. Jazmine wipes the blood off on her jeans, and they leave the building.
She is in tears not crying just tears. Brenton couldn't ever connect the feelings. He didn't have siblings, at least none that he knew of. He doesn't have parents anymore. They died when he was three. Years before this happened. He is glad in a since that he doesn't have family. He won't need to kill the ones he loves. …He is one lucky bastard. No family. No loved ones. Ha. Never thought I'd ever think this. He doesn't know what it's like I had fifteen siblings. Ten of them adopted. I wish I had no one that loved me. I had to kill my parents, my Siblings, my boyfriend… She is in tears because she is remembering. She is remembering the good things that she and Chad did. Chad was her boyfriend. He was a trouble maker. They were going to run away together. They didn't get passed Darbsvill, a town about sixty miles away from where they lived.
They reach the door that leads outside. She is no longer in tears. She pushes the door open and takes out about three Walkers in the ally that the dumpster was in. He takes off towards where he lives. Jazmine never allows him to stay in the same block as her. They are pretty much on opposite side of the town. It's not because Jazmine doesn't trust Brenton It's because she can't trust him. She could get herself killed doing that.
Jazmine awakens the next day. …I have to get out of her soon. I can stay in this town. I have to keep killing them. I have to make humanity rise again… Brenton wouldn't wake up till later. He always wakes up late. The earliest Jazmine ever has seen him up is nine. She knows she has to leave but she can't bring Brenton along with her as well. That's a good way to get herself killed.
Its nearly ten now. He still hasn't awakened. …Fake the death. Make it look like a suicide. No he isn't that stupid. Just leave he would think I got scratched. No… She can't bring that pain to him. She could easily and wouldn't care all that much. But she knows that that will haunt her. She packs a bag. She puts food and weapons in the bag. She knows what she has to do now. She packs a bag for him too. She was the one that kept the food otherwise Brenton would eat it all. She packs the Bag. Food, Water, Clothes. He would be set. She writes up a note that is placed in the bag that reads:
Brenton,
You are a good friend. I enjoyed having you to care for. But I may get scratched one day and get you. It's not okay to stay here. I'm leaving. Sorry
Jazmine
She takes the bag and puts it at his door. She then leaves for the next town. She plans to head south for the recreational center. She knows it's over run but she can make it. She knows how to kill them in packs. Not many people left. She knows this. If she could only find a good place to hide, to live a normal life. She will go there. She hopes so much that the recreational center will be this place.
She thinks about Brenton, the memories. She then picture him bit and ripped apart by the Walkers. She hates it. She thinks about other things to distract herself. She thinks of before this all went down. Her mother was braiding her hair. She loved it when her mother did her hair this way. Her dad walks into the door and hugs them all. But he is dead now. As well as her mother and everyone else.
She finds a car. She starts it. It runs well. Looks like good gas mileage too. It's small and green it's got a sunroof that's very tinted. She takes off in it. She soon gets to a small town named. Manistho. She enters. No Crawlers in site. Something thuds on the roof of the car. She jumps. She speeds up hoping it will fall off. Its smashes in the sunroof. It's a human hand that has a good grip in her long hair. It hurt so badly. She grabs the scissors in the cup holder and stomps on the brakes. The person it's pulling more now. She cuts her hair off and stabs the hand.
She moves her hands in a flailing motion seeing to stab the person. Nothing. She lowers her hand back in her hair now flat cut barley higher than her shoulders. She speeds up in hops to knock it off. It doesn't fall. The back door opens and she slams on the brakes. Someone crawls in.
"Well, well, well look at what we have here." A younger girl's voice rings as a knife presses against her neck.
"Drive." The voice says again.
"Okay, were will I be taking you on this beautiful shitty day ma'am?" Jazmine replies.
"Ha, Ha. Very funny just drive out of town." The voice says.
"Well ill need to know your name first." Jazmine says turning around to see Samantha. He eyes widen. It's her friend from school. Best friend. She has dark brown hair. She is white. Her eyes are an icy blue and her hair is like Jazmine only she did that on purpose. "Sami." She says shaking.