I ran out of the pentagram with Roberta's sword and towards my friends. The colt members were blocking my view. When I got within inches of them they moved to the side. I walked though the path they cleared for me. I saw Rustle. He was dead. I bent down towards Rustle. He sudden awoke as a zombie. He was trying to break free from the chains. Carren. Damion, and Tammy were the only left now.

I tried to move to help Damion and Carren. Tammy was halfway safe in the cage. Someone grabbed a hold of my throat before I could get far. He was behind me, so I couldn't do much to break free.

He pulled me backward and off to the side. The colt gathered around my friends. I tried to break away, but two others grabbed my wrists. Another forced the sword from my hand and tossed it off to the side. I tired to kick, but that didn't do a lot of damage.

They soon circled around Damion. Carren was sobbing uncontrollably. Damion screamed several cuss words and gave one last scream right before they killed him. They pulled out his heart. Carren took one glimpse and screamed. They did he same to her and forced me to watch. I tried my hardest to break free, but they just held on tighter. They shot Tammy twice. She was still alive, only barley. The last shot finished her off. I felt tears streaming down my eyes. I couldn't even save one.

They released me. I feel to my knees. I would have liked to have one alive, one that could help me, one that would have stayed and maybe understood me. No one was going to believe this. I was going to be alone and misunderstood for the rest of my life. I soon felt myself being filled with rage.

I stood up. The first to come within the closest range of my reach was a man. I grabbed a hold of his throat and picked him up. I stopped feeling empathy completely. I threw him against the wall. He fell to the ground. He landed in such a way that broke his back. It didn't kill him though.

I ran and grabbed the sword. I picked it up and turned around. I held it up toward the sky. One came running to try to stop me. She didn't see the sword in time to stop. I stabbed her in the stomach. The blade went straight through her body. I paused for a moment, and then I stood up. I pushed her off the blade.

I knew the ones who needed to have their revenge, and I was going to let them have it. I turned around and tried to get back into the main plaza. Several of the colt members tried to stop me from leaving. I made sure to take them. I cut and sliced as many as I could without completely killing them. They needed to be alive, but paralyzed.

I made it to the door that leads to inside the plaza. I placed my hand on the handle. Someone grabbed my hand. Before he could make a second move, I cut off his hand. He screamed and back off. I opened the door and walked through the plaza.

I was covered in blood and a few stitches had managed to fall out. I was full of anger. I walked over to the clothing store. The same one that I had first saw when I came to the plaza, where Mark and Peter were taken. I walked over to the front doors, the doors that lead outside.

I heard them clawing and scratching at the front door. I heard them. They knew where the food was, and they wanted it. I placed my hands over the doorknobs. I wasn't sure if they would be able to tell if I was one of them, or if they would kill me to. I was ready for death again.

With that last thought I pulled the doors open. Zombies ran inside the plaza. They ran past me and into the store. I turned to watch them running throughout the plaza. I walked back to where the back doors where. I figured that they would have locked it up by now. Afraid of what they created.

I pushed my way through hundreds of zombies and came to the door. I tightened my hand into a fist. I punched through the door as hard as I could. I had the strength of a zombie. I used my hand to find the door handle. I unlocked it and the door opened slowly. The zombies charged inside the storage room. I heard the screams and knew what was happening. They were being eaten alive.

The people they killed, do to their own beliefs, were now the cause of their demise. The one who died now had their revenge. The ones who truly needed the revenge were the ones who can't rest in peace, the ones whose bodies came back from the graves to eat others to stay alive. I turned and walked out of the plaza and out into the bright sunlight. Everything around me was grey and gloomy. Dust was flying everywhere. The sunlight was the only thing that was bright and close to anything happy. The end of the world, and I'm left to witness it.