The Ashes of What Remains

"It's mostly a blur."

A bright, sunny day.
At least, it should have been.

I remember waking up.
Or, being woken up by my mother with a loud SLAP!

"Wake up, you stupid child! We have guests in an hour! Go get ready!"

And then I heard the door slam behind her. An average day. Or, that's what I thought. And hoped. But nobody gets what they want in this world, do they?
I sat up, rubbing my eyes and rubbing the red mark the slap usually leaves. I got up, getting changed into a suit, the one my father handed down to me not too long ago. At least he somewhat cares for me.

I was a teenager at the time. Long, brown hair, usually tied at the bottom. Most people called me a girl at first glance, but I never wore hardcore makeup or anything, so it was really just my hair that made me look like one.

I'm from a wealthy family, to say the least. So we, obviously, got a lot of guests. As well as a lot of intruders. That's why my parents sent my brother and I over to a training camp that summer. Every summer, actually. So just in case our parents aren't home, there's weapons in our closets.

I should have been prepared this time.

She told us we wouldn't need anything. In case our guests saw the weapons.

I should know better not to listen to her.

It's mostly a blur now. All I remember is at dinner they started attacking. Guns, knives, everything. I ran as fast as I could, but they grabbed me and I passed out in fear. I don't know where my family went.

After that, I woke up tied to a chair. Nobody around. I felt immense pain in my right eye before I realized I couldn't open it. I was on the verge of tears. Who knew what they did to me before I woke up.

I was hurting all over. So many bandages all over my body. I heard them talk about trying to turn me into a demon with a potion they made. I quickly shut my eyes again hearing them come back.

"Grab me the syringe."
They inserted it into me, but for some reason, I wasn't all that affected.
They let me out of the tapes, and I felt like I was going insane. They grabbed me but the arms and took me into a room with my family, throwing me in. I didn't know what I was doing.. I blacked out and the last thing i remember was blinking a few times and they were all chewed up with bites taken out of them. I looked down at my hands only to realize I was the one who did it.

I started screaming.

Once I calmed down, they let me out. But I started knocking potions everywhere, pouring liquid onto my family, anything that could revive and help them.
But..
That's where I should have stopped.
They were brain-eating zombies.

I got out of there quickly, I don't know what happened to the doctors. I bleached my hair and cut it so nobody would recognize me as the person who started this whole thing, id be burned on the spot..

"So, that's my side of why I'm here. And what about you? Why are you here? How did you survive all these years?"