The Story of StevieRay

by Nightzilla333

A seventeen year old Canadian girl is sent down to Savannah to help her elderly Aunt out two days before the outbreak in the States. After the brutal murder of her Aunt, she has to figure out how to survive the zombie apocalypse on her own, and gain full control over her telekinetic abilities. This is the Story of Stevie-Ray. REWRITE!

2. Prolouge

I didn't want to do this. But they made me run, they hurt me. They wanted to find out what made me so powerful. What would increase that power? Anger? Joy? Raw emotion? It turns out it was raw emotion. For six years, I was tested on. For six years, my hatred to humanity grew.

I was eight when I killed them. They were talking about dissecting me. I looked into one of the scientist's eyes, and screamed. His eyes widened, but he had no time to run. Even if he did, he never would have escaped. Six years of running put me in better shape then those who hid behind glass. His skin started to bubble; his eyes went blood shot and yellow. He fell to his knees, head in his horrible skin. He was moaning, but that quickly turned to screams. Blood came out of his mouth, teeth falling out. His body was thrown back, crashing against the wall in a way where no human body should ever feel. I heard his spine snap, and I smiled. I wanted more of that sound. So I made it happen. Every bone in his body shifted, painfully, and he kept screaming. I stood, shaking, and walked over to him. I gouged out his eyes, laughing. He kept screaming. I stomped on his face. He wailed. I got bored. With a quick indication to the left with my head, his neck snapped. He died. I moved into the kitchen, walking past knives. The knives lifted out of their holding places, following behind me like obedient dogs. I found another scientist in the bathroom. I giggled a sound unfamiliar to me. He turned, and the knives flew towards him. They pierced his body, all over, and landed in the wall behind him, blood following in its wake. His body rested against the urinal, blood flowing out of the wounds. I moved on. Every scientist who had encountered me had died. Then the police showed. They took me away. They took me back to my parents. I wasn't in trouble. It was expected by an eight year old girl with my curse to fight back after six long years of torture. They informed my parents of what happened.

I never let myself feel anything ever again.

Until the world went to hell and I had no choice.