A few days had passed. I spent most of them lying on my bed. I didn't have much else to do. They didn't feed me much. They only gave me their table scraps. I watched them from time to time. They mostly did sacrifices and the sort. I felt lots of hatred, sadness, and fear. I did my best to hide it. I wasn't going to let them think that they had any kind of power over me. I kept thinking of ways to get my revenge. My only option was to break free. I just wish I knew how.

They were doing another ritual again. They had stripped a goat of his flesh. Only the bones were left. They were shaped in the form what it once was. They stood around it in six circles. I had no idea what it meant, and I didn't care to. They were chanting, nothing new there. I stood up and walked over to the front of my cage. I was curious about all this. I think anyone would be.

I could barely see what was going on. There was a small opening between each of the members. I wonder if they did that on purpose, so I could watch. I jumped as the bones made a sudden movement. They rested motionless on the ground for a while, and then they began to move frantically. I couldn't see how they moved around clearly, but I managed to see when they stopped.

They all moved to the side. They turned and looked at me. I looked at he ground. The bones had managed to form a line pointing directly at me. I figure this is the sign that I'm going to die. Two men came toward me. A third was in the front holding the key. Yep, it was.

The front one unlocked the cage and held the door open. I backed away a little. Two of them came walking inside. I felt my pants pocket. My knife was still there. As they came closer to me I place my hand on the handle. They came within inches of me. I pulled out the knife quickly and stabbed the one closest to me. I managed to slice that other's throat.

I ran out of the cage. They weren't reacting the way I thought they would. They seemed calm and serene. As if nothing was happening. Roberta walked towards me. I saw her infamous malicious grin. I ran toward her.

Before I could get within range of cutting her, someone grabbed my shoulder. I was about to turn and slice him, but someone else grabbed my hand and stopped me. He held onto my wrist tightly. He began to tighten his grip. He kept tighting it, I tried to fight the pain but it was too much. I was forced of my knife. His grip loosened a little.

"You don't think we we're that dumb do you?" Roberta said. They had been planning this for a long time. Damn.

I was soon dragged over to the nearest table. I was forced onto the one the Peter woke up on. The one where he was brutally murdered by these people. They chained me by my hands and ankles. I really hate these people.

They soon formed a circle around me and began chanting. I was soon terrified. This is it. I'm going to die, and I can't stop it! Roberta walked over to me holding my knife. She looked at me with a content face. I saw her eyes. They weren't normal. They looked dead. I knew she wasn't dead, she was only soulless. They took her soul away. They took away my friend.

I was soon choking. I felt pain throughout my body. I turned and coughed up some blood. I was choking on my own blood. My insides felt as if they were being pulled apart. I saw a smirk appear on Roberta's face.

"FUCK YOU BITCH!" I shouted. It hurt so much to talk, it even more to shout. I managed to though.

"Believe me," Roberta said raising my knife high in the air. "You'll thank me for this some day." In one swift thrust the blade was forced into my gut.

Is this what it feels like to die? I felt numbness taking hold over my body. I still felt a stinging pain, but it was fading. I glanced down at my knife. It was deep inside my gut. I soon saw it speeding towards me. I saw my insides, but only a brief second. Then I was floating. I was just going upwards; I couldn't tell where I was going.

I went up and up, past the stars and the planets. I was out of the galaxy and saw the white light. I was immediately forced to go back. I couldn't be accepted into Heaven until my body was resting peacefully in death's slumber.

My body opened its eyes. I was awake again. I lay motionless. I felt the chains coming off me. I wanted to move, so I forced my body to sit up. I was only able to do a quick jolt. I fell hard onto the cold floor. I lifted my hands and looked at them. I glanced down at my body and saw stitches. My insides had been stitched up. Why?

Who was I? What was going? I wanted to remember. I could only feel. I felt hate, sadness, and fear. But why? Maybe they would know something. I tried to talk, but couldn't speak. The only thing that came out was a 'ba.' It hurt at first, but the pain went away quickly.

I looked up to see someone walking towards me. This person was hooded and cloaked in black. The cloak shinned under the light. This person bent down next to me. I looked at her face. I knew her from somewhere. But where?

"Are you okay?" She asked me. Her voice seemed soothing. I still wanted to know who she was though.

I closed my eyes and a thought hard. I wanted to remember. I soon felt a sharp pain as i saw images racing through my head. Were these memories?

I was a little girl in school. No one wanted to play with me. They thought I was weird for eating a bug. I was made at this girl. I was forced to go to her house. I pulled off her Barbie's head. We had been enemies ever since. I got into a fight in fifth grade, with the same girl. She wouldn't stop teasing me. I got older. She was a popular cheerleader in high school. She hated me. She hated my friends. I went to her graduation. She had a name. It was…Meredith. She cahnged after teh crash, she was nicer.Why did everyone like her, but me?

I went to her party and got drunk. I drove when I wasn't supposed to, I crashed. She nearly died. I never drank again. I suppressed the memory. The zombies came. They nearly killed me. I came to the plaza. I found some people who had survived the attack. There was a break in. Someone was supposed to come for us. They couldn't make it. Then…the colt found me. It was their entire fault! They killed everyone!

Roberta placed a hand on my shoulder. I tried to keep the look of ignorance on my face. I wish she didn't have to touch me.

"Can you talk?" I looked up at her. I looked down at my arms. They were a little more bulkier. They made me stronger. It's time for my ultimate revenge. No one kills me and gets away with it!

Meredith is a copyrgithed character from my friends fanfciotn story, (BVD388) Wal-Mart of The Dead. Please read her story. Its worth the time.