I awoke in the middle of the night, looking around in the dark room. Was everyone else asleep? No...someone had to be up. An aching pain ran through my stomach then. It was hard to believe, but it still was burning even after a few hours. What time was it anyways? Can't tell time anymore...That sucks.
I rubbed my eyes, making out the crack of light from the door. I guess I'll try and figure out who these people are, while most of them are probably sleeping. I remembered the girl.
She was dead. I mean, I don't know for sure, but she had to be. A little kid can't survive a dog bite. Or whatever it was. I changed the subject and got up from the bed, nearly screaming because of the retched pain that my stomach was causing. God damn it.
I opened the door noiselessly, and peaked around the corner. No one. That was a good sign. I stepped out of the inky room and shut the door behind me. I saw the stairs to the right of me. I don't care if I get caught snooping around. I won't be dead like the little girl. They'll just scream at me, maybe say a few swears, and then go back to bed or something.
I moved swiftly down the stairs, not making a sound. There was minute creaks here and there, but I would be fine.
The first thing I noticed were voices coming from the kitchen once more. Shit. They were still up. Whatever. I'm sure they wouldn't mind me coming down. Then I made out a shout. "The hell was that!" Said the speaker.
FUCK. THEY HEARD ME.
 I saw the door sweep open. "Don't fucking hurt me!" I yell, swinging out my pocket knife. But they all darted past me.
"What the fuck is happening?" I say, hurtling after them, but my moves were steady because of my wound. I was able to catch up, however, and by then they were at the shed.
Shit. She's a walker. She's a fucking walker. I knew it.
 They open the shed. I don't think I'll be able to see the dreadful, horrendous, vile picture that was about to be shown. There was going to be gore. There was going to be snarls. And there was going to be a blade carving through her skull.
Or maybe not.
She was inhaling rapidly, a hammer through a grimy, smeared walker. Blood was dripping at a slow pace from its skull.
"Holy shit." Said the red-head.
She turned around.
"I'm still. Not. Bitten." She declaimed.
And that's when I knew.
This girl was heavy-duty material over here.