Chapter 9

Listen up, people, yeah, you, the one's who reading this story, I won't be updating very frequently, so sorry. Yeah, I deleted a shit load of my stupid stories because they suck. I'm in a fucking terrible mood now, I want to fucking die because this world is full of dickwads and shittards who should go to hell. I can't enjoy my writing because all of it is shit and probably deserves to burn. FUCK OFF, HATERS. FUCKING GO TO HELL, YOU SEXIST PIGS. Ugh, sorry. At least y'all are enjoying this waste of space. Gah, don't my fucked-up mind destroy you reading this. Now, if you'll excuse me, time to listen to my sad songs that can at least help me cope with my fucked-up problems. Don't read into that. Read into this.

Dove Burch

A loud gunshot rang through the air, ripping through what it seemed to be time itself. I screamed, "Ben!"

I knew it. I knew what they did.

They- they killed him!

They… they will pay.

I screamed, "You bastards! I will rip your throats out with my bare hands! I will kill you!"

One man snickered, "Not while you're with us, you won't."

I growled, jerking towards the man, or at least where his voice was. I had a bag over my head, how could I tell?! My head hit something hard, not the man. Piercing pain shot through my skull.

"Whoops, you missed." The man laughed.

"Brick! Bobby! Asher! Get the girls back to the truck!" One shouted, probably 'Scott'. One brute grasped my arms and started dragging me away. I screeched, kicking and flailing, but it was no use.

They had already caught me, and there was no escape.

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It had barely been a day, and I was sick of being captive. Yeah, like anyone would. But I was furious as hell.

So, I had learned why they kept me alive and k-, killed B-, Ben. It turns out these three monsters before the Infection, were notorious for kidnapping people and used them as slaves. They were never caught. And now that the Infection had spread, they kept everyone, and they were going to-, god, I don't even want to say it. They were going to try and steal the cure from a place called S.T.A.R.C.L.A.N, or Special Tactics And Research Community Lessening the Apocalypse Now. And after they took the cure, they were going to give it to themselves and their prisoners, and breed for a race immune to the Infection.

Now, that doesn't sound bad does it?

Now imagine, those monsters have a camp full of slaves. The cure was never fully tested or to be sure that it worked. Their plan: inject someone with it, send them into a horde, and see if they live, and if they do, their plan ensues with them forcefully breeding with their prisoners, and then they rule the living country. If they die, then they keep testing, until nothing's left.

It was horrifying to think that they would do something like them, those awful, awful people ruling over innocent people, forcing them to do their dirty work, making everyone suffer for their living, and if the area was over populated, well, you could expect them to go all Hunger Games on everyone.

That's why I made a plan.

Once I escaped, I'd find the cure, and keep it away from their filthy hands.

"Hey, are you new here?" A small voice squeaked from behind me.

I turned around, and saw a girl, not older than fifteen, staring up at me. She was wearing a torn blue shirt and pants, with dirty skin and un-brushed hair.

"I guess," I shrugged.

"What's your name?"

"Dove," I said. The girl smiled.

"That's a pretty name."

"Well, I bet yours is just as beautiful," I smiled back. "What's your name?"

"Charlotte."

"That's a beautiful name!"

"Thanks," Charlotte blushed.

"Is there anyone else here you know?" I asked.

Charlotte shrugged. "There's Amber, her mother Bridget, my mother Pandora, Willow, Macy, Dawn, Abby, Eve, and Fia."

"Is that everyone?" Charlotte nodded. "Are there any males?"

Charlotte winced. "I think they're kept somewhere else. We don't know. I've been waiting to see them. I bet Dad misses me and Mom. And I bet Amber's brothers miss her too."

Oh, how I wanted to tell her that they were most likely dead; they killed Ben without a second thought.

"Did you come with anyone?" Charlotte asked.

"Yeah, yeah I did." My eyes glazed over.

"Did they take them?"

I shook my head, spitting out words that sounded more like I was being choked. "They shot him dead."

Charlotte frowned, "It's okay."

By then I couldn't help it, tears spilled out of my eyes as Charlotte hugged me. I was grateful for the girl's comforting but just a hug can't take away pain.

Suddenly, Charlotte looked up, her eyes narrowing. "They're bringing in another one."

I looked up, and two men, Brick and Bobby, dragged in a limp person, wearing a thin tank top-, no, not even a shirt, and leggings.

"You," Bobby pointed at a woman. "Fix this girl up."

"Yes, sir." The woman nodded. "This'll take a while." Bobby grumbled, and walked out of the door, slamming it shut and locking it behind him.

"Willow, let me help." An older woman said. The younger, Willow, nodded, and placed the girl on her lap.

She said calmly, "Are you awake?"

The girl didn't respond.

"Amber, grab the water." Macy said. Amber nodded, handing her a bottle of water. Macy opened it, and splashed a bit on the girl's head. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Where am I?!" She shrieked. "Brendan! Brendan, where are you?!"

"Who's Brend-," Charlotte started, but the girl interrupted her, jerking upwards.

"Brendan, I'm coming!" She stood up, and slammed her shoulder into the locked door, slamming it multiple times, finally giving up and falling to the ground. Finally, I got a good look at her face.

Wait, I know that face.

"Ivy?!"

New people-cats:

Charlotte-Cherryfall

Bridget-Brightheart

Pandora-Poppyfrost

Willow-Willowshine

Macy-Mothwing

Dawn-Dawnpelt

Abby-Applefur

Eve-Ivytail

Fia-Furzepelt

So, yeah, remember to review, all that bullshit. Don't let my terrible fucking self ruin everything for you. Have a wonderful day, you amazing person through that screen. I hope you don't step on a lego anytime soon and that your favorite song comes on the radio when you're feeling down. And I hope your families treat you wonderfully and that your amazing friends make you super happy, and that you have the best fucking week this week.