I decided to write this… because I'm the best at writing and probably the most likely to be protected by everyone else.
Jasmine is already glaring at everyone. For a girl that just woke up she sure is grumpy.
Anyway, gods, where to begin. Shego says to start at the start. But the start is so chaotic and hard to find. It doesn't help that a lot is missing from my memory. But I'll say it from where I know and someone will hopefully fill it in.
The streets were dead. Fires were everywhere, pieces of a plane littered the streets and I woke up strapped in one of the seats. By all rights I should have been dead. But I wasn't.
My head was hurting badly when I slowly got up. My arm was most certainly broken but I was thankful that was the only thing.
No one was around which confused me, shouldn't there be fire crews, police and paramedics working to save everyone possible.
I stumbled around and groaned lowly. I didn't know how bloody I was as I looked for someone to help me. I didn't know I looked like one of them until shots were pinging around me. I stopped confused and looked around. When a bullet pinged past me, I squeaked and ran for cover.
"Stop shooting!" I shouted while waving my good arm over my head. If anything that made them fire more at me.
I whimper as dents appeared by my head, that's when I first saw them. There were groans and as the bullets stopped the screaming started. But not from them. Three zombies ran ahead from the main group and their mouths hung open as they howled. Freaked I turned and started running towards the shooters. They were a raggard, deadly bunch. Bandits.
I ducked into an alley and ran. I didn't know where I was, I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know I was crying until I slammed into a solid chest.
I stumbled back fearfully and stared up at the mountain of a man before a large hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a building. Leading me up a flight of stairs.
"Open up." The baritone voice frightened me. The door was opened and I was pulled in.
"Who's she?" I peaked around nervously. A small group of hardened men and women looked straight at me and I shrank down.
"She ran into my chest. Seems she had a few problems with the Skull Crushers." The large man spoke calmly and looked down at me.
"Is she infected?" A woman stood and walked over towards us. Her brown hair was in a bun and she wore military gear. A red cross against a white background marked her as a medic.
"Dunno. All I know is her arm is broken."
"Where did she come from?" Another man spoke calmly as he looked me over.
"Um… I woke up strapped in a plane seat…" My voice got lower and lower as everyone paid attention to me.
"Wait, you mean you woke up in a plane seat? With only a broken arm?" The medic asked and I nodded shyly.
The medic lightly took my arm and began to look me over. Once she was satisfied that I wasn't infected, she began to take care of my arm. "You're lucky you're not bleeding. It drives the biters wild."
I squeaked softly as she pokes my arm in certain places, trying to see the extent of my break.
Once she was satisfied she put it in a makeshift cast and then I was allowed to mingle with everyone.
That day I met Chris, Steve, Margrete, Phil, Coal, Tammy and Ivy. Of those eight people, only two remain. I miss them all dearly. But I'm scared that more will go before I finish writing this… If I finish writing this.
Ah, I forgot Roo. Roo was the first to go, but it wasn't unexpected. She'd met with the Skull Crushers before and had gotten on their bad side. For that her eyes had been seared shut with a piece of heated metal. She was permanently blind, even if she could have opened her eyes they were too badly damaged.
Poor Roo. I miss her so much. I didn't even know her real name. She acted much like a kangaroo, although her tail was a long stick that doubled as a weapon.
At least it was quick for her. It wasn't zombies that killed her, a bullet from a near dead Skull Crusher got her.
I think that was the kindest way to go, she felt no pain, but… but I still miss her. She was so kind and cheerful and bright and… and… Ah, I shouldn't get tears on the paper like this. Sorry.
Ah, I have to leave it for a little, zombies have found us and we have to move.
It's been awhile. We lost… we lost Steve… The poor guy was overrun during our last escape and now it's only me, Jasmine, and Shego.
When I first met Jasmine I was scared of her, a lot of people were scared of her. Her dead, unblinking stare made most people think she was a zombie. If it wasn't her immaculate appearance she would have been shot over and over by now. That and her ominous silence marked her as not one of the groaning dead.
When I met Shego, it was like I knew her from somewhere, I trust her with my life, not just because if we don't trust each other we'll be torn apart but because I know I'll be in good hands with her.
Now… now they're all I have and I don't know what I'll do if either of them die. I can't let either of them die, they'll stretch themselves too thin if one of them dies. Gods, I was so full of hope that it would end shortly after it began. It's been four years now and it's never going back to the way it was.