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Edited by: Sci-Fi Raptor

Mayhem: Lasting Memories

My entire body feels very weak. I'm barely able to stand up, feeling rocks and other debris falling off my body. When I get to my feet, I see all the lizards lying on the ground, the stench of death radiating from them.

"Man! I need a bath when we're done," I shout out, not caring if Popcorn makes a comment about it. I look around and don't see him. "Popcorn? Hey Popcorn?" I wait a few seconds for him to reply. I become irritated when he doesn't. "Damn it Popcorn! Now is not to fucking time play hide and go seek!"

I turn around to see if he's behind and almost scream when I see the wall of fire. I don't know what happened, but I think we're separated. I walk towards the fire to see if there is any way around it, but judging by how big and long it is, I can safely say there isn't one. I'm about to reach for my radio when I feel a piercing pain in my calf. I scream in agony as I look down and see a zombie biting it.

"You bitch! Get off me!" With my free leg, I stomp the zombie's head. I crush the skull with my foot, seeing blood fly everywhere. I bend down and check my calf, feeling a slight pain when I touch it.

"Fuck! That zombie took a good chunk of out of me." I hear loud moaning behind me. I turn around and see a shit load of zombies coming after me. I try to run, but the pain in my calf prevents me from doing so. I take out my berretta and aim at them, ready to take any of them out.

"Come on you little shits! Mama wants some revenge for your brother zombie taking a bit out of me!" I slowly make my way towards the zombie herd, my nervous hand shaking my gun. I try to steady my hand as I begin to aim. I have a good shot at one to those fucking bastards and pull the trigger. Nothing happens when I do: no pop of the gun, no sound of the gun being fired, no zombie falling to the ground. I pull the trigger repeatedly and all I get out of it is hearing the click of the trigger. I take the clip out and check it, realizing there are no more bullets inside.

"Awww...shit!" Suddenly, I feel the back of my shoulder getting bite, causing me to scream. I feel another bite from the other shoulder and quickly move my head, noticing two zombies are on me.

With more inching their way towards me and no time to reload, I hold the chamber of my gun and pistol whip one of them until it finally gets off of me. With the other one, I turn it towards the group of zombies and with all my might, shove it towards the herd, causing a whole lot of them to fall and make a path for me to escape through. Still unable to run, I quickly hop on my good leg towards the path and past the group of zombies.

I get only half a block away when I turn around and see them tailing after me. I continue to move on, hoping to find Popcorn or even An and the little girl, but I know deep down in my heart that these fucking zombies will be snacking on me before I get that chance.

I swear I'm hopping in circles or something as I turn corner after corner. I mean, all the decrypted store that I happened to pass by look the same to me. Then again, I can't read the language in this country, so it seems that everything looks the same.

As I turn into another street, I begin to think about my life and what I have done with it. I can still remember my family's casero in Mexical. It was a small casero that had two bedroom, a bathroom, living room and kitchen, but there was a lot of love in that casero . It was the four of us: me, my padre, my madre and my una más vieja hermana, Selma. We didn't have a lot, but we always had each other.

I can smell the rotting flesh coming closer, making me pick up my pace. I turn around to see how far they've caught up to me and feel shock that we're a quarter of a block away from reaching me. The smell reeks, but it's a smell that has never left me since that unfaith day when I was twelve. I still remember it like it like it was yesterday.

Selma and I were in the kitchen helping our madre cook dinner that night. We just took out the casserole from the stove and tasted it. It tasted perfect like it always did. My madre told me to get the three bean salad from the fridge and just as I took it out, we heard gun shot. Curiosity made me turn around, but I wish I hadn't. I saw my padre bust through the front door, falling on top of it when he hit the ground. Blood began to ooze out from his chest when a young man, no more then 20 years old, stepped through the door, pointed his gun at my padre and fired. I froze with fright as my madre ran up my padre, holding him in her arms. Another young man came through the door and shot her in the head. For no reason at all, he continued to shoot her in the head until he emptied his clip. Selma was furious at what we just witnessed. She grabbed a frying pan and went after the two men. The one who killed our madre was hit in the face before she quickly hit the one who killed our padre on the head. I always looked up to my una más vieja hermana as she was strong and brave while watching her beat up our padres' killers. It felt good witnessing this until more young men came through the door. One of them grabbed her by her hair, tilted her head back and slit her throat. As my hermana fell to the floor, I dropped the salad, unable to believe that my whole family was destroyed right in front of my eyes. All the young men turned towards me once the salad hit the floor. I thought they'd kill me for sure, but instead ordered me to clean up the mess they've made. I cried the whole time as I was soaking up my family's blood with paper towels while the men ate our food. I don't remember much after that, except being in the back seat of their get-away car, crying harder as the casero was engulfed in flames.

I turn my head again and see them even closer then before. Remembering Popcorn gave me the rest of his bullets, I search my pockets to find two fully-loaded clips. I know that each clip contains 15 bullets and with a shit load of zombies still coming after me, I better make them count. I reload the gun quickly as possible and head towards a corner of the street. The last thing I want are those fucking bastards surrounding me. Once I reach the corner street, I lean on the wall and point my gun at them. I try to aim for their heads since that's the easiest way to kill them, but my hand is shaking too much.

"Come on girl! You can get through this." My hand slowly stops shaking, but those fucking zombies keep coming. Not wanting to wait any longer, I pull the trigger. Adrenalin begins to pour throughout my body every time I pull. I feel like this is a dream. I'm not really here. I'm not fighting a bunch of zombies. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up until I realized I emptied my clip. As I reload, I'm surprised that to see that they're not as many zombies as I thought they were with the rest on the ground. I let out a smile, knowing I did a good job and fire at the rest of the herd. I only use ten of the bullets as the last zombie falls to the ground. Once the threat is over, I drop to the ground and rest.

I don't know why, but I begin to think about what happened to me after seeing the casero on fire. I cried for hours until my kidnappers took me to their hideout. One of them dragged me out by my hair and went inside, throwing me to a wall. I was scared to death that they going to rape me, but an older man in his late 40s, probably their boss, came out of nowhere and told them not to. He walked towards me and just stared at me. I was frightened at that moment. I mean, at least with the other men, they were acting on what they thought. I couldn't figure out what the boss was thinking until he ordered a few of his men to hold me down. Before I knew it, about six of those men were holding either my arms or legs as I watched the boss rip off my clothes with his bare hands. I thought he was going to have the first crack at me, but I tilted my head to see that he was only examining me. When he was done, he looked back at me, smiled and said "You're going to make us a lot of money!"

Tears went down my eyes as I remembered the next day. The boss and his men had a private auction on me, inviting all these older men. I was ashamed and embarrassed that I was being sold like a piece of meat, wearing what was left of my torn clothes. The boss described me as pure, that I was a clean and a pretty girl, but when he said that I was a virgin, all the men rose up from their seats and howled, bidding like mad. They'd wave their money in the air as they shouted numbers. I don't recall how much I was sold for, but really never cared to know. I knew when I saw my family die that my life was over.

When the auction was done, I was sold to Senor Valderrama, a very old man, maybe in his late 50s with a long white beard. I remember him throwing me into his car, but nothing about the ride. When we finally reached his place, he took me out of the car, dragged me to a cement shack and cried for my life as he raped me. I can still remember the scent of his bad cologne, saying 'You like this, huh girly?' When he was finally finished, I hoped that he would kill me and let in join my family. Instead, he left me in a cement shack, where for everyday for the next four years, he'd whipped, beat, torture and rape me for fun. He even videotaped it so he could relive the moments that we had together and sometimes shared me with his friends and bodyguards.

After a year had passed, I couldn't take any more of it. I wanted to die and I tried to commit suicide, but I had a feeling that I wouldn't join my family if I did. With no other option, I decided to leave this place that Senor Valderrama was holding me. I remember looking out the window in the shack, trying to get the pattern of the guards' movement. It seemed like an impossible thing to do, but I never gave up. It may have taken me three years to memorize their pattern before I escaped, but it was well worth it if it meant having my freedom again.

I suddenly forgot the memories of my past when I screamed out loud, feeling a spearing pain on my left arm. I quickly turn to realize that one of those fucking zombies just bit me. Holding the chamber of my gun, I whack the zombie's head until he releases me. I quickly stagger to my feet and aim my gun at it when I see about ten more zombies behind it. I lost track of how many bullets I have, but I know it's less then ten. I turn back around towards the empty street and slowly move away from them.

I can feel my heart beating faster, sweat pouring out of my forehead and hearing the shortness of breath that I'm having. This whole situation brings me back to when I escaped from Senor Valderrama and his men. I can't believe that I still remember hearing their footsteps as they come after me, yell stuff like "Just wait until we get you little girl" or "I'll make you pay by fucking the shit out of you". I don't know how, but after what seemed like miles of running, I didn't hear their footsteps anymore. I turned around and saw no one. I continued to keep on running, unsure if they were just hiding and waiting for me to rest.

I made it all the way to the boarder, where I climbed the fence and continued on running. I wasn't sure what was going to happen to me when I crossed the boarder, but it couldn't have been worse then what had happen to me in the last four years. I'm not sure how long I was sleeping in the streets before that police officer found me, but I know it was too long. I was a little hysterical when he first touched me, hitting him with my fist and screaming at him in Spanish, but when he spoke to me in Spanish with his quiet and soothing voice, I became calmer and spilled my heart out on what happened to me in the last four years.

The rest of my memories after that was kind of vague. I don't know why, but I think it's the zombie bites making me forget. I remember the police officer taking me to a women's shelter and visiting me everyday up until I decided to go into police training. I know I wasn't very good at firing a gun, but I was great with the paperwork. I think that's what got me in. I don't know how long I worked for my department when I wanted to be part of the K-9 unit. Playing and training those dogs when I got a chance to didn't seem like work, but more like having fun and taking care of someone you love like my family did for me when I was growing up. I was about to be part of the K-9 unit until I learned that Senor Valderrama was looking for me. I didn't know it until then, but Senor Valderrama was a mafia boss of the Pequeñas Ranas gang. I talked to the captain of my department and members of the organized crime and gang unit about my situation. After sometime, the captain decided it would be best for me to transfer to Tokyo since Senor Valderrama didn't have connections there.

I don't remember much once I arrived in Tokyo, other then why I joined S.T.A.R.S. It was rather by default actually. My English wasn't very good and the only other language I knew was Spanish, but no one in the department spoke a word of it. Since most of the officers who can speak English fluently worked in S.T.A.R.S., I was put there.

I turn around and fire two shots at the herd of zombies. None of them seem to fall down, so I'm guessing I shot wide. I'm about to take another shot when I realize that I'm shooting my last clip. I continue to stagger away from them, checking the number of bullets that I have. I count only three

"Awww Shit!" I yell out loud, knowing this is the end. I quickly turn around and without looking, aim my gun and pull the trigger. I'm surprised that I actually hit one of them, watching it fall to the ground. As I get really for another shot, my entire body feels weak, but there is a strange tingle. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it. I try my best to ignore the feeling, focusing on my aim, but the feeling is too overwhelming to ignore.

I continue to move on, trying to widen the gap between the zombies and myself. I begin to pick up speed, ignoring the pain in my calf when suddenly I feel very tired and the need to eat. That is when I realize what's happening to me. I'm starting to become one of them. I stop and sit underneath a lit lamp pole. I look into the direction to which I have been running to see the zombies turn the corner.

The gap is large enough to get away if I continue, but I do not. There is no hope for me if I do. I'm as good as dead. Not wanting to feel being eaten live or waiting to change into an undead, I open my mouth and put the chamber of my gun inside. I close my eyes, wondering if I'm doing the right thing. Then I see my padre, my madre and Selma in front of me with open arms, calling to me, telling me it's all right. I can't help but smile, feeling myself running towards them with tears pouring down my face, as I pull the trigger.

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