Carl
I knew that she'd ask. I wanted to believe that she could just miss my mom, and forget that she was ever here. I knew in the back of my mind that it would never happen. I remember that we made a pact in the first grade. We would never lie to each other, and if something was wrong, you had to tell the other person. She held that pact to me ever since, and I knew that she wouldn't stop now. So, when she asked, I told her. When I told her, her reaction wasn't what I expected. I expected her to recoil in disgust, or yell at me. But she didn't. She started to cry too. I don't know if that was better or not. As she cried though, she stayed close to me. I didn't understand.
"How did it happen?" she asked.
I tried to calm down a little before I answered. "My mom got pregnant. She went into labor, but something went wrong. The baby lived, but my mom died. I had to shoot her in the head because the virus is live. She would turn if I didn't."
Apparently she didn't know that everyone was infected. She just kinda looked at me with a foreign expression on her face. She hugged me. We stayed that way for a long time. She let go, and we walked down the corridor hand in hand to meet my little sister.