BANG! Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. BANG! BANG!

I flinched when I heard the sound of gunfire. The darkened alley lit up just around the corner, and dozens of common Infected sprinted towards the humans, screeching and wailing and yelping… only to be cut short by a bullet to the head. I moaned. Why must they be so… loud? Those retched Survivors always had to follow me with their guns and bombs and yells of enthusiasm. Being Infected was bad enough- and now I have to worry about these guys?

I let out a wail of pain. I was the only one, the only Infected who still remembered what it was like to be a human. Laughing and shopping and socializing, falling in love… A felt another sob escape my lips as I remembered my boyfriend. Some blind military oaf "mistook" him for a zombie and shot him. I couldn't control my crying anymore. Everyone got it off easy except for me: The common zombies just forgot about everything. The Survivors still had a life to live. Now, here I am, an ugly, distorted zombie, my humanity snatched away by the… the… flu. I pounded the cold asphalt with my hands, wailing and sobbing and moaning. It's not fair! I settled down to a gentle cry when I heard four voices ring out through the air.

"Yo, lights off."

"Another Witch? Jee-zus."

"Not again."

"Shut up, guys!"

I heard the click of four flashlights, and the light thudding sound as the four Survivors tiptoed towards me. I let out a wail. They get guns, I get overgrown nails! Not fair!

"Oh God, she's getting mad."

"Man, can I just shoot her? There was a note in the safe-house: If you aim just above her eyes…"

"No! Just leave her be. Maybe she's just…"

"Sad? Yeah, right. That stupid zombie ain't got no feelings no anymore."

I let out a soft growl. No feelings? Of course I had feelings! Oh, what I wouldn't give…

"Shut up! She can hear you!"

"No, she can't, Zo-ey, monsters don't have feel-ings." The voice of a man mocked the girl, and another man chuckled softly. "You've been watching too many horror movies."

That garbage! I felt my blood boil, and I scraped my claws against the floor. I could kill him, but that would be suicide… Better than this, though…

"Hey, Bill, a bottle of meds says that I can shoot an' kill the bitch." The gruff man scoffed. I heard the sound of a zipper zzzzzzip, and a small shake-shake as he shook a bottle of painkillers.

"Hah, says the guy who was beaten down by a Common. You're on."

I heard the click of a shotgun as he loaded bullets into his weapon. I growled softly, edging closer towards the group., my knees scraping the ground.

"Francis, don't do it! She'll hurt you- bad!" The girl pushed the shotgun down, aiming it at the floor. "Let's just move on, guys."

"Shut up, Zoey! Lil' crying bitch is gonna go down…" He muttered. He aimed his gun.

That's it! I've have enough of this bozo! I let out a wild screech and burst forward, the bullet of his gun hitting the place where I used to sit. I jumped towards him and knocked him down. I screamed and clawed at his face, leaving bloody scars all over his body.

"You stupid sonofabitch!" I yelled, although it came out as a mere word-less scream. I clawed as his face, and barely felt the bullet of a gun pierce my side. Then another… and another…

Is this a suicide mission? Do I want to die? The man underneath me was still trying to resist, but I pinned him down, leaving him helpless. More bullets attacked me, and the pain grew from small to excruciating. I couldn't die, not yet. This life was bad, but…not yet. I sent a final claw to his chest, my blow digging deep scars into his skin- and then some, I assumed. I jumped off of him and quickly scaled the side of a building, going full-speed towards a place of safety. A trail of bullets followed me, then died down as I reached the second story of an office, breaking the window and tumbling inside. A mumble of incoherent voices came from below, and they all grew quiet as they tried to tend to the man's wounds. A few second passed, then the woman let out an aggravated sigh.

"God, Francis… I told you so."