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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚.
Suddenly the pain of my legs giving in, my lack of sleep, the pounding headache I had, the fresh wound in my thigh, and a strange new, but painful feeling all came rushing to me at once.
I looked up the stairs as I winced, an aching pain in my leg. Did I fall down the stairs?
I looked around while trying to regain my thoughts and remember what led me to fall down the stairs in the first place. It had just been me, my brother, and my sister, My half sister. We had found a house about a week beforehand and we were living fine, Nothing seemed to have gone yet, but I still waited cautiously for the chaos to unfold. I was only a little less tense when the gunshots drew them to us. My gunshots.
It was all my fault. I walked along the concrete as I kicked the leaves in front of me, we had been searching for any animals, or really any food. Just something edible that we could eat until we knew that it wouldn't lead to immediate death to go into town. But I didn't listen. My brother told me not to go too far or else I could run into one of the infected. Maybe even a herd of them, But I didn't listen. I went too damn far.
I thought I was close to finding some food, finding food wrappers and empty cans and bottles gave me hope. Too much hope.
We didn't have anything so I felt as thought I had no choice but to go further until I found something. Anything. I thought I could handle a few walkers if I even ran into any, but I've never been more wrong. The moment I saw a few of them roaming I panicked. I stood as still as possible hoping they wouldn't turn my way if I didn't make any sound, but just as easily as those lost cans can give you hope, they can also give you despair.
Just as the infected waltzed away, the bottom of my converse made contact with an empty pepsi can. I froze as the deformed creature shot it's head towards my direction. I began to steadily walk backwards, my foot then knocking into something else. I stumbled over the object, tripping over another one of the cans I'd seen previously.
The rest of the infected was immediately drawn to me and came over my way, and as a terrified thirteen year old, I used the only choice I thought I had at the time. I pulled out my gun, using it as the last resort. My brother always told me to keep it on me at all times in case of emergencies, but to never use it unless I'm in a life or death situation. Any gunshot will drive plenty of the infected to wherever you are. It's best to stay low and quiet. At the time that didn't process in my brain fast enough as I pulled out my gun and shot them all a few times before even getting a good shot at the heads, which was more than enough to draw a nearby herd our way.
