Chapter Five

K.T's P.O.V

April 16, 2013 19 years young 12:04

This basement is fun. They thought they hid all of their chemicals, but they were wrong. I found them. Stored away in a little cabinet. They're very unlucky aren't they? Even more so seeing as though one of my favorite subjects in school was Chemistry...

So I spend most of my time down here mixing the chemicals, trying to make a weapon. A poisonous weapon.

I'm not sure how many people I could kill, though. I estimate it would kill about two people.

And that's all I need.

I've already seen Fabian, and for some reason I feel more angst against him than the bitch that stabbed…

Sigh. I can't. I should have saved her. She's my…

I threw the chemicals at the wall, glass shattering everywhere, the liquid inside of the glass slowly dripping off of the walls, puddles slowly getting wider.

I want them both dead. My head and foot ache from him, my heart aches from her.

She stabbed her, her ended her in mercy. I guess I'm grateful he put her out of her misery. The girl stabbed her though. She begun the misery.

But not even counting the foot incident, I still feel more angst against him. Why? I don't know.

That's just how I work.

I looked at the glass shatters. The chemicals sizzle, steam, burn, burn through the ground, stick, depends on what the chemical was.

I saw my reflection in a shatter that landed close to where I sat on the floor.

Why did I get like this? I guess I changed when my grandfather died. But why am I a nasty bitch? He died from an illness, not a bite.

Maybe it's because I had to shoot him when he was a zombie.

How am I even surviving this apocalypse? I am a weak person. I cry when I fall. I'm a wimp. Why do I pretend I'm a strong person, but in reality, I'm a failure?

"Dinner." The girl with the red and blonde hair said. Her name's supposedly Willow. She gently handed it to me. It was spaghetti. Ugh. What was it? Tuesday or something? I never even keep track of the days anymore.

But I'm sure they are.

Counting the days 'til I take my leave.

"Thanks." I sighed. She left. She looked like she's a bubbly girl. Or was..

Suddenly someone else came in. Another girl. She had dyed dark brown hair. It looked long and wavy from the ponytail it was in.

"I didn't really see you before. My boyfriend and our leader were in the way." She said. She looked agitated. But not with me. I didn't say anything.

"I'm Nina." She said extending her hand out. She sounded American, like me. Everyone else, except for the dude with the brownish/blondish hair, Eddie I think his name is, is British. Doesn't surprise me, though. This is Liverpool, after all.

"You know my name, most likely." I said.

"Kara." She said. I blinked. I haven't been called Kara in years. Because I don't like it.

"K.T." I corrected her.

"Kara."

"K.T." I said getting annoyed.

"I'm calling you Kara. So drop it." She snapped. I sighed.

"Who's the leader here?" I asked. I'm pretty sure it's that pushover Eddie but I'm not sure.

"His name's Eddie," She said. That's what I thought.

"He's a royal pain in the ass." She continued sitting next to me on the floor against the wall.

"He's sounds like a pussy, to be honest." I said. Nina shrugged.

"I think he's afraid of you, so he acts like that around you. But when you're not around, he's a cocky, bossy, narcissistic bitch."

"He seems like a real dick, then." I said.

"The royal." She replied.

"So...who's your boyfriend?" I asked.

"His name's Fabian. He shot you in the foot. You two obviously met and like each other. Nina said sarcastically. Goddammit.

"Oh." I simply said, trying to hold back my insults.

"I don't know, I think he's cheating on me, but I'm not sure. He's not really showing that he does." Nina rambled.

"Probably is…" I mumbled.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing."

Nina and I talked for hours. I suppose I befriended her. She likes to complain. Nagger. She'd probably be that friend who paints your nails and talks about cosmetics and boys. Not my cup of tea, but we'll see.

I can't find any weapons or even any chemicals to make a poison. That was stupid of me to throw the poison I made to kill the blondie and Fabian.

Even though Nina and I are friends, apparently, I'm still gonna kill her "cheating" boyfriend. She's a friendship I'm willing to throw out the window to the hordes.

Wait.

Sometimes I love when I have sudden ideas.

Now I just need to find a way out of here, and some zombie bait.