Nyla
I unlocked my weapon, put my finger on the trigger, looked and fired. It went right to the head. As soon as it fell, I ran.
I didn't know how many came after me, maybe ten, maybe more, but I didn't dare look. It didn't matter.
I saw my house in the distance, full of stakes nailed to the floor, surrounding it. I kept running. I was almost there, I could Walkers trapped in some of the stakes, but I knew better than to think they were dead. The head was where they could be killed, a shot in the head, and one less monster in the world.
Pain ran through my body and I realised a second too late that I had tripped and fallen to the floor. I could taste the coppery blood pooling in my mouth from biting my tongue too hard, I could feel it grazing my teeth and soaking my tongue.
The aching in my bones made me consider just staying on the ground, giving up a life that wasn't a life anymore, it was just breathing, surviving. But then I looked behind me and saw them, walking and crawling towards me. I got up with a groan and pointed my gun at the one closest to me.
I killed on, two, four, seven. I was going to kill the eighth when I realised with horror that my gun was empty.
I started to run again, faster than before. When I reached my house, I grabbed two wooden stakes with each hand and jumped to the other side. I was home.
I opened the front door I didn't bother to lock anymore. It wasn't like anyone was gone rob me, for all I knew, me and my mom were the only people alive on the planet.
As soon as I entered the house, I fell on the floor and spit the blood that was still in my mouth. I didn't know how long I laid there. My breathing was coming out fast and my hair was drenched in sweat and stuck to my face.
This wasn't the first time I'd risked too much and it wouldn't be the last either.
My strength was slowly leaving my body and all I wanted to do was curl on the floor and sleep but I knew I needed to eat first. I got up from the floor and went upstairs, opening my bag and taking out an apple.
I knocked on one of the doors and without waiting for a reply, I opened the door and came in. The first thing I noticed was the smell. It smelled bad, really bad. The room was dark but I knew I couldn't open the curtains, so I decided to turn on the lamp instead. My mom was lying on the bed, covered with blankets up to her neck.
"I bought you food, it's not much but it's probably enough for two days." I dropped the bag on the bed, but she didn't say a thing. She never did.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
How about you fucking reply for once? I wanted to say but she was still my mom and I still owned her respect.
I gave up and went to my room, leaving the bag behind with her. I still had my apple.
As soon as I got inside, I went to the window, and peeked through the closed curtains to look at the streets below. There were Walkers everywhere, just walking around, making nasty sounds.
They had heard my gunshots, and that's when I remembered my gun was out of bullets. I sighed in frustration and stepped away from the window. I went to bed, not caring that my clothes were filthy, not caring that my mouth still tasted like blood. I was just so tired. I would deal with the world tomorrow.
When my head hit the pillow, I felt all my muscles relax and in no time, I was drifting off to sleep. I could still hear them outside, but the sounds didn't bother me, I was more than used to it. I was used to everything, the sounds, the running, the killing...
I didn't quite know how many of them I'd killed, enough to make me doubt myself, enough to make me question what I was becoming. My mom used to say I didn't have to kill them, but I knew better.
You kill or you are killed.
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