Something I did

An end to your torture, a start anew

You were in a predicament. This predicament being only one way leading outside and that exit was exactly where some zombies were.

When you entered previously, you had done so by crashing through a window in the ceiling and landing in some pots and mud, a lot of mud. It had been a clumsy mistake when you tripped over the edge of a roof while trying to escape another problem, humans. They had hunted you for a great distance and as you lost them, you continued on. For safety reasons to assure they lost your trail, but the stupid rain and your stupid clumsiness were great at destroying hopes just as they built up. At least there was probably enough time to get yourself together and heal or you could stay hidden here, if there were enough resources.

You had searched most of the building collecting some nutrition, blankets and a crowbar, after breaking down some doors. Coming to the conclusion that you landed in a mansion that was hidden between taller apartment buildings. A weird place for a mansion, a good place for a camp. Someone seemed to think the same judging by an abandoned sanctuary you found. Though falsely, by the corpse you found in the other which was not decorated with any fatal wounds. Must have starved out of fear of leaving the building by becoming the murderer of someone they loved, meaning there was at least one zombie. Cases like these happened from time to time, it would have to you had someone not forced you to kill. Had someone not forced you to choose- survive or die.

Down one corridor on the first floor was a zombie, a little girl barely five years old. She didn't notice you and so you shot. Your stomach dropped just like the girls corpse as her head was torn apart from your shotgun. One shot, two remain.
Back then you looked towards the girl dreadfully before tearing your head away, it was the way things had to go.

A screech pulled your view towards that corridor again and unmistakably there was the former mother of the former child. Similar eyes, similar face. Something inside desperately tried not to break.

Her eyes fixated on you accusingly.
„How could you kill me?"

You screamed horrified, arms folded inwards while still holding the shotgun. Then as fast as your body contracted it hastily expanded again, clumsily aiming for the woman. Still shouting you shot once, hitting her upper body. It wasn't enough, she was still standing. Fumbling around you pulled out a knife, then ran into the corridor. Mother reacted too late to the attack of the sharp object. With squashing sounds it pierced one time, you raised an arm- it pierced into her again and again and again and ag-.

By the time you calmed down the zombie had stopped moving and unable to look at it, you promptly got up from the corpse beneath.
The b̶o̶y̶'s̶ girl's empty eyes stared at you.

You dry heaved disgusted before making your way away from the scene, putting the  shotgun you had dropped on the way. Tears stained your face and once cold eyes now looked pitifully puffy and as you looked around in search for a mirror, an open door caught your eye. Nevertheless shaken from the previous events, you approached it oblivious to the corpse that you previously discovered being there.

The corpses face stayed still.
„HOW COULD YOU KILL HER?!"

Everything had turned and spun again.
„I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-!" 

Shakily you threw the door closed, that didn't happen- you must survive. You will survive.

Steps became less and less shaky when you repeated that motto, and seldom you heard yourself mumbling it out loud.

The exploration left out one place, the entrance hall and quickly you went there to leave.

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A group of zombies remain near the exit, trotting on the marble under their rotting feet.There were 3 in total, would you have enough bullets?
One wore nightwear, you note. Most of its body is intact, a miracle for the time that must have passed since its death. A look at the empty door frame near the left settled your decision. You sneak up to them and your hand grips the crowbar in it. Every muscle of your body was tense and blood pounded in your ears. A hand raises and eyes aim.