"I've done things," Charlie said, looking up into his eyes full of disappointment. "Things that I am not proud of. But everything I've done, I've done to survive...And I did. I survived."
"And are you happy?" Daryl asked, using all his power to stop...
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The hardest part of killing her first thing was that it had the face of a person that it used to be. Because Charlie still remembered how helpful Sam was and how he invited her once for a date. He was always smiling at her or offering her a hand while she was carrying something heavy. His eyes were always so warm and sweet, which was a contrast to the cold and absent ones that she saw as soon as she opened her door. It turned out that he really wanted her - even after he was dead.
Those stupid memories of those people and warm feelings for them were hard.
Killing wasn't hard at all.
Killing was easy.
She knew exactly where she was going because she was walking that way every day. Obviously, she couldn't use an elevator and it wasn't her plan. Charlie knew that near the elevator was a window and right under it was another building, smaller, so she could just jump on its roof and then go to another building and do exactly the same because one of them that was three blocks away had a ladder on its wall. Often when she was waiting for the elevator to come, she would just stand there and imagine that she was running from roof to roof and eventually walking down that wall.
The plan was simple.
Charlie was almost there, she saw the window. She left a trail of killed things - some of them were her neighbors and some of them were just random people, but then on her way appeared a little girl or at least she once was a little girl, her heart broke.
Lucy.
Lucy was her name. She was singing whenever Charlie saw her and often knocking on her doors to ask the most irrational questions.
"I'm sorry." she whispered as she put a knife through her skull.
Her little, lifeless body fell to her feet, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes, but there was no time to cry.
The first real problem was that the window didn't have a knob, so she couldn't open it as she wanted. She had to think quickly because more and more things were just at her heels.
"Think, think, think." she murmured to herself.
She looked around and saw something that she ignored before. In between elevator doors was sprawled one of her neighbors, now trying to reach her, but right next to his wanting hands she saw a big gun.
"Not this time." she said and before she could think twice she stepped on his head, crushing his skull and stepping on a mushy brain.
With her last will, she stopped herself from throwing up and reached for a gun. With one strong hit glass shattered on the floor. She inspected that new friends were coming closer and closer, so one more time she cleaned the frame from the remaining glass, and without a second thought she was in the air, not even looking down.
She would rather die as a bloody mess on some shitty roof rather than be the main course for some sticky faces.
With a breath of relief, she landed on a sheet metal. She took a breath of relief, her hands and legs were shaking as she stood up. It was crazy. But her plan worked and that was probably even more crazy. Her happiness didn't last long, because right behind her she heard metal thudding.
