My town was against a war. Not against others but brain-eating scum. Everyone that stayed away from the mall has either died from starvation or has been eaten. I was elete, better then the people that were in my group. People underestemated me because i wasn't exactly skinny. I could say that though. I was the highest rank. The off-breed of the best hunters. I was called raven because i was good at killing zombies. Since the raven was the symbol of death, why not? My friend Emily was in the group. I havent heard form my friend Louis in a while. That's because he was captured. I dont have to worry though he was captured by humans. Plus the tracker that is placed on everyone would emidientally expire when they were bitten or killed. Lucky for me and Em it hasnt gone off. Are friend Erin was in it also. Not the same group though. She switched groups when it became to hard to handle. Day and night we would fight against the brain-eaters and in hope trying to find Louis. It was impossible. Day after day me and Emily would sit and wait, as if he were to come back. Waiting for the right moment, to see the door that was caskeyed over the mall so zombie couldn't just walk through the front door. There were secret passage ways, but I dont like using them. None of us do. It brings back the memory of Louis being dragged away. I wasn't going to fail him and the last promise that he made me swear to. The last words i heard him say was "Protect them, all of them!" I wasn't gonna break that promise! Ever!
