Chapter 4, Omega Infected.

~Emily's P.O.V.~

I open my eyes to a black room with no doors, nor windows. The blackness scared me. But in a way it was like Ellie's room. Instead of open, bright whiteness, this room was closed and dark.

I'm not scared of the dark. I'm scared of the silent yet noisy death it could possibly bring. The noises you think you hear, but may just be in your head.

A noise I might of heard turns me around, and in the blackness I saw before me; a small spark.

"It's pretty right?" A small girl with little white feathered wings appeared beside me, "That one is one of our favorites. Isn't it?"

"Our? Who the fuck are you?" I jump back offensively in a confused daze. What was she talking about?

"Oh excuse me," she giggled childishly, I thought you would recognize me; I'm Emilie." That name is so... familiar.

"So what's that?" I pointed at the light.

"That's one of our memories!" She ran to the spark and brought it towards me, "Wanna watch it with me?" she asked while whiteness engulfed my vision.

"She isn't normal!" She practically screamed at my sister, "She could talk you out if she wanted!"

"Yeah." Ruth rolled her eyes, "You speak as if I don't know that." Ruth sat on the bed space that I wasn't laying on.

They haven't noticed that i'm awake.

"And by taking me out, I know you don't mean to dinner." Ruth joked.

"Ruth! She is a serious threat to the balance of our delicate society!" Zoe shook her, "If she kills, anything, anyone, you're dead Ruth." Not like Zoe actually cares. She just doesn't like me.

"So what? Sentence my little sister away? For crimes she might commit! All she is; is different. The reason she is so different is my faults. She is the way she is, because I..." She paused, "It's my fault there was a mixture of an Infected and a Witches blood on that office floor. It's my fault my sister ingested it. It's my fault she is an Omega Infected." I could hear my sister voice crack at the end.

She pretends to be so strong but really all she is is soft, sweet, and easy broken.

I hate Zoe at this moment, but there had to be truth in what she was saying, because why would she lie about something like this? Especially to my big sister. Why would she even try to hurt my sister? Everyone loves Ruthie. Right? Like my sister is perfect! She-

"Emily, we don't care about your, god damn, sister problems." I raised my eyebrow.

"What the fuck?" I questioned the voice that I never heard before.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Emily get your brother out of your head! God damn what is wrong with you! My arm hurts!" She screamed.

"Well I'm gonna get out of Em's head anyway. Its about time I showed up and killed some Zombies." A voice who might be my brother, Ethan, said.

"Ethan...?" But suddenly I was screamed at.

"Silva! I'm Silva now!" He yelled aggravated.

"Okay...?" I answered. Then suddenly a saw a flash before my eyes and there stood my older brother. My 17 year old, mean, silver haired brother, but normally he was fat, had a bunch of pimples, had long dirty blonde hair, and was bragging about how "Cool" he was. And now his hair was to his shoulders, he had a bow and arrow, along with a mask covering his mouth, probably because he can't speak well but of his dyslexia.

"My head hurts..." I whined and fell onto my bed, "Get out so I can sleep."