Chapter 1

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I heard a noise outside, and I knew exactly what it was. It was someone. I don't know who, or if it's alive or just a zombie, but there is someone outside of my house.

I walk to the gun in my table and slowly I walk downstairs ready to shoot whoever is outside. By the window I peek and I see, a woman covered in blood, holding her belly. She barely could keep herself up. She looks at me and her hand goes immediately to the gun, and I also point at her.

"Who are you?!" — I scream at the woman in front of me. Her green eyes look at me deeply, she is ready to kill, but she doesn't do it. Why? — "What do you want from here?! Go away or else I'll kill you!"

Unknown: "I'll kill you first! Put the gun down! Put the goddamn gun down!"

I watch as the woman screams at me in a very rude way. She is goinng to kill me in my own shelter, in my own house. But then, she falls, still holding her belly. What's happening?

"Hey, you okay?" — She just moans in pain. True pain I can say it, so I open the door and walk to her, still with my gun in hands.
I observe her. She is using a white tank shirt, or it used to be white before all the blood in it; blue jeans also covered in blood and a backpack that looks like it passed through a lot. This girl is a murderer, right?
She moans in pain again. Fuck. What am I supposed to do? To help her..? — "Come on, let me help you!"

I help her to get up and to get in the house, sitting her in the sofa and locking the doors and the windows, hiding the inside of the house. The woman can barely move to take her backpack off, and with me pointing a shotgun to her, even harder.

"Look, I'll let you stay the night, but I'll be ready to kill you!" — I say, trying to ignore all of the pain that the girl is feeling. I want to be rude, to protect myself. — "Give me your guns! All of it! Including, give me your backpack! I'll keep it until your're out of here."

She look at me in disapproval, but give me the backpack anyway, and in a movement I put it away from her.

Unknown: "Fuck! This hurts so bad!"

I run to the kitchen, always looking at the brown-haired girl in my sofa, and grab the first aid box, running to her right after. I kneel in front of her, moaning in pain.

"Please, put your shirt up." — The girl doesn't do it. She looks at me like I will kill her, and she is ready to fight. — "Pull up your goddamn shirt or else you will suffer for ever!!"

She pulls up the cloth and I can see it, is pretty bad! it's a fresh wound and poorly cared for. it seems to me that it was sewn carelessly and quickly. From the shape, it looks like a stab wound or something sharp. Very sharp. There'll be a big scar, and if it's not disinfected, she could die. Lucky for her she found me! What if she hadn't found anyone? Or if someone else had killed her? She was lucky!

From the box I get some alchool, bandages, band-aids, absorbent cotton and I wonder what I can do with it. That's all that I have for her. I clean the wound and with what I have, I can make a bandage, a kind of protection against infection, I don't know if it was a good idea to do it before she bathes, but I can do it afterwards.

"Here." — I give her some painkillers that I found. That will help her for now.

Unknown: "I want my things back."

The woman tries to get up but can't, because of the pain. What an ungrateful brat I have here.

"You can't leave like that, you will not survive. You need cares. And stop being so ungrateful, I am trying to help you. And what do you need your things for? You want to kill me?! After I just helped you?"

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