"Little is know about the so called 'Infection' experts speculate-"
"Little know my ass." Care said shut off the T.V. having enough of that bull shit. She got up and went into the kitchen. She got a glass of water and went back into the living room. She sat down on the couch and stared at the boarded up windows. She and her dad had spent the other day boarding up, better to be safe than sorry. A lot of people had been broken into, the mass panic making people do things they normally wouldn't do.
Care wasn't to scared of being robbed, she was expecting it truthfully. Living in a weapons shop did that. And it was a weapons shop not a gun shop. They sold anything from guns to knifes to swords, even had some mid evil weapons but those were more for collecting than fighting. Care also wasn't to worried about the "Infection" either. If she got infected than she did if she didn't she knew how to fight and take care of herself. Plus this "Infection" was really good for business. People were panicking and when they panic they want something to protect themselves with. It was a cruel truth but business had never been better and that made Care happy.
Speaking of business the front door bell rang getting Care's attention. She got up and went down stairs to see who it was. There standing at the contour were two men. They both appeared to be in their late twenties possibly early thirties but that seemed to be pushing it. One was very tall, Care guess about six foot seven inches, he had short black hair, torocse eyes, and mild tan skin. He wore a grey hoodie, jeans, ear rings, and dog tags Care suspected he had been in the military. The other one wasn't as tall maybe six foot two inches, he had dirty blonde hair cut into a medium mohawk, he had the typical bright blue eyes of a blonde, and was pale. He wore a long light brown trench coat, black tee, and dark jeans.
"Can I help you?" Care asked looking up at both men. She wasn't short but like mentioned earlier the men were pretty tall.
"Are you old enough to be working here?" The dark haired one asked looking at Care suspiciously.
"I'm 18 so yeah, plus I don't just work here I live here. Family owned store." Care informed the man. "Can I help you?"
"We would like to buy so weapons-"
"No dude other wise you wouldn't be in a weapon's shop. What kind?" Care said interrupting the blonde.
"I need a mini oozie." The dark haired one said. "If you know what that is little girl."
"Yes I know what that is asshole." Care snapped rage flashing in her eyes. She grew up in a weapon's shop she just about knew everything there is to know about guns and knifes. How dare he insult her.
"Easy Care no need to be rude to the costumer." Care's dad said coming down the stairs.
"The costumer can kiss my ass." Care mumbled her dad didn't hear her but the dark haired man did. They glared at each other neither one willing to be the first to look away.
"Care why don't you go down stairs and move those orders for Mr. Milson, he'll come by and pick them up later today."
"Whatever." Care said turning and walking off. She herd one of them chuckle making her head snap back at them. "What?"
"Nothing I like your hoodie." He blonde one said smiling. Care frowned and continued down the stairs. She was wearing her normal black hoodie that had a yellow angry smiley of the front and in big white letters were "FUCK SHIT UP" cover her back.
"Hi my name is Daniel Fox-" Care heard her dad introduce before she closed the basement door.
Care was sweeping when the two guys from a few days ago came back.
"What do you want?"
"We're here to pick up our guns. We've waited out, your dad told us to come back the background check should be done."
"Oh yeah." Care said. She placed the broom against the wall and check the computer for the files they kept on all the costumers. "Ah here we are Scott Lloyd and Bryson Ezio." Care raised an eyebrow at the last name, he must have changed it.
"Yeah that's us." The blonde smiled. Care nodded and told them to hold one for a minute. She went and got their guns they had bought when they had originally came.
"Here you go, one mini oozie, a shotgun, and an assortment of knifes." Care said. They took the guns and knifes. The blonde turned the knifes over admiring them, wail the dark haired one just took his guns.
"So you're in the military?" Care asked looking at the dog tags. The blonde glanced at her then at his friend, he seemed to be worried about something.
"I was not anymore."
"Oh I was just wonder because I thought if you could prove my theory right." Care said.
"And what theory would that be?"
"That the government it behind the "Infection" and they are just passing it off as a flu rather than taking responsibility." She told him. He smiled and patted her head.
"Don't know about that but at least your not buying into that flu crap. If you survive look me up some day." He said. "Scott Lloyd." Care swatted away his hand and frowned at him. What did he mean by if, she wasn't planning of dieing anytime soon. Bryson smiled and nodded.
"I can tell you got spunk kid, hate to make you mad." He said. "Feel sorry for whatever poor bastard does."
"See yea." Scott waved and left with Bryson.
"Such strange guys." Care said. She yawned and rested her head on her hand. She drifted off not knowing that tomorrow things would never be the same again.
Care sighed as she made her way back home. She cared her Mossberg shotgun on her back. It was really dangerous on the streets now, more and more people were becoming infected. She had taking a giant risk going out but she need supplies. She had already been attacked once and was covered in zombie blood. She quickly unlocked her front door and locked in once again once inside. The smell of blood and rotting flesh greeted her as she walked inside. She bit her lip and looked up at the stairs seeing the copses of her dead parents. She let out a heavy raged breath recounting the events of this morning.
Care awoke to a load breaking nose coming from down stairs. She slowly got up and grabbed her gun. She quietly made her way down the stairs. She was shocked at what see saw, her parents but they weren't like they always were. Their skin was grey their eyes were red and they had the most distant look on their faces.
"M-m-mom D-d-dad!" Care said breathlessly, that was a mistake. They looked up at her with such a wild look Care could have shit her pants. They ran at her then, scared she struggled to load and aim her gun. She made her shot, shooting her dad in the head, she then unloaded her gun into her mom's chest. Blood splattered the wall, the stair case, Care herself, no place didn't have a fresh coat of blood.
Care shook her head and rid herself of the memory what was done is done, in a life or death situation and she choose to live. She was going to have to remember that from now on. Didn't mean she felt any better.