"Rose," I opened my eyes to see Ethan right in front of my face.
"I told you already. Only wake me up if you are dying," I playfully pushed his face away and turned over on my side.
"It's nine in the morning. Aaron is here," he raised his eyebrows up and down.
"Shut up," I rolled my eyes as I got out of bed.
I walked over to the window and slowly moved the curtain so I could look outside. The street was empty. The only thing outside were two or three walkers strolling down the sidewalk. I noticed a walker eating something. I rushed to the door and opened it, walking outside with my butcher knife. I grabbed the walkers hair, and threw the nasty thing on the ground. It started to growl at me, so I spit on it's face. It stood up and grabbed my arm, yet I stabbed her in the eye. She fell to the ground, and I wiped the blood from my shirt.
"You were an ugly bitch anyway honey," I smiled to myself. I looked at the dog she was eating. Poor thing. It's intestines were thrown about, and blood drenched the grass.
"Are you crazy?" I heard Aaron yell from the house.
"Possibly," I laughed. I started to cry after that.
I kneeled on the ground by the walker, and slit her stomach open. Guts poured out onto the sidewalk, and I repeatedly stabbed her.
"FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU BITCH! I WILL TAKE YOUR HEART AND THROW IT INTO HELL!" I screamed. Aaron grabbed me and picked me up.
"Are you trying to wake up the whole neighborhood?" He whispered.
"I WILL KILL EVERY DAMN WALKER ON THIS EARTH!" I shrieked.
He threw me on the couch and closed the door. Ethan glared at me.
"You can't do that. Soon enough the whole road will be covered in those things," Ethan crossed his arms.
"Good. More to kill," I snickered.
"Rose. You need to stop being so dumb. Grow up already. Your stupid anger gets on my freaking nerves," I haven't seen Ethan so angry before. His face was red, and his nostrils flared after every breath. Aaron took a wet washcloth and wiped the blood off my face. Ethan went back to his bedroom.
"Your brother is right, and you know it," he told me.
"Whatever," I avoided his eyes.
"I thought you didn't want to die," Aaron brushed the hair from my eyes, making me blush.
"The good ones die. The bad ones are still here, God is punishing us," I licked the blood from my lips. It tasted rotten and metallic.
"I think that's bull crap," Aaron chuckled.
"I am bull crap," I said as I tied my hair long hair in a ponytail. Aaron leaned his face close to mine, and I could smell the pears he ate in his breath. His lips touched mine, it felt amazing. Our lips fit perfectly together.
"What are you doing?" I pushed him off. I realized that there is no space for romance right now. Aaron didn't answer. He just started at me in awe. "Oh I get it. No girl has ever rejected you before, huh?" I stood up and cursed under my breath.
Aaron grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. We were sitting in the grass, his beautiful blonde hair was swaying in the wind. I took his shirt off, exposing an eight pack, along with tan skin. He was warm, and soft. His tongue twirled in my mouth, and nothing could get better than this.
Someone started to scream.
I opened my eyes, and rushed downstairs. Ethan was tied to a chair, and a man with dark brown hair was standing behind him. A knife was held up to Ethan's neck.
"Just in time, princess," the man smirked.
"Who are you?" I gritted my teeth so hard, that I didn't realize I bit my tongue.
"The name is Randy. I am just looking for a good time. Would you give me a good time?" He slithered over to me, and put his hands around my waist. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. He started to lift my shirt up, but I slapped him in the face, my nails digging into his skin. He groaned.
"This isn't a club stoner, get out," I watched the blood trickle down his cheek.
"I am getting horny sweetheart, just let me have one kiss," he put his grubby hand on my cheek. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it so hard I heard a crack. He took his other arm and punched me in the face with such a force that I fell to the ground. He kneeled next to me and grabbed my hands and tied them with duct tape behind my back. I looked around for Aaron but he wasn't in the room.
"Just because there are no police or prison doesn't mean I won't cage you away," I yelled. Before I could say another word he put a piece of tape on my mouth.
"I like you better when you ain't running your mouth," Randy slapped my face and grabbed my hair, pulling it up so that my head was off the floor. He held the knife up to my neck.
"Hmmm! MM!" I tried to talk but it wasn't working. I was positive Ethan and I were going to die, and that Aaron was gone. I kicked Randy in the ass, and he fell off of me. He cursed something under his breath, and then held a pocket knife to my cheek. The point was digging into my skin, and I started to cry as blood poured into my mouth through the duck tape.
"Please don't hurt my sister! STOP!" Ethan pleaded. I guess that was what death felt like. I was falling into oblivion, as I closed my eyes and remembered my Mother. Her fluent fingers always running through my hair. Her smile. Oh her smile, it made my heart skip a beat every time I saw her pearly teeth. All those memories, of my family before this happened would be lost. I won't let that happen.
I opened my eyes and glared at him. I remembered I had a small dagger in my back pocket, but it would be hard to get. I reached my right hand into my pocket, and grabbed the knife, I winced as it dug into my hand. I ripped it from my pocket and started to cut the tape. I felt butterflies form in my stomach once I could move my hands again. I moved the knife over the back of his neck, and pushed it into his body as hard as I could.
All I could hear were his agonizing screams, as I pushed him off of me. I ripped the knife from his neck, and stabbed it into his wound deeper. I moved it around his neck and cut his head off. I spit on his disgusting head.
"Don't mess with me," I whispered. I ran to Ethan and cut the tape off of him.
"You didn't have to cut his head off," Ethan said as he wiped the tears from his face.
"If I let him live, he was going to kill us. Where is Aaron?" I asked.
"He went to get food, and when I was sitting here reading this guy came in and attacked me," Ethan sniffled.
"Whatever. Just help me get his body out of here," I sighed. I grabbed the man's neck, which was bleeding all over my clothes. Ethan grabbed his legs and we walked outside and threw him in the middle of the street so the walkers could get him. I took his head and chucked it at a nearby walker.
"Rot in hell," I muttered to myself.
