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It had been three years since the day the world turned to shit and not a day goes by I don't think of how I could've saved my sister. I could've went inside of the house instead of stopping to talk to Calum. I could've brought her to get ice cream like she wanted.

I should've protected her like I was supposed to.

"Kit, let's go." Calum said from the living room of our tiny, rundown apartment that we lived in together.

So much had changed since that day. A lot of people died and those who remained lived confined behind a wall of tall fences and barbed wire that kept the infected out. Most people lived in tiny apartment buildings in the city that we'd managed to take over. There were some people who lived in the small houses but they had to share with multiple families. Calum and I were lucky enough to have our own apartment since we were important, for we had ties with the "mayor" of our city.

I put on my black combat boots that I wore when we were supposed to be going on missions -- they were much sturdier than the beat-up black sneakers I typically wore -- and we headed out the door. We were to go to the building that was named our city hall and we'd be given our mission and be introduced to those who would be going with us.

Calum wore his own pair of black boots, his black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a faux leather jacket. He had on his belt with the hilt that held his hand gun that we kept in our apartment just in case. Since we'd both be gone, though, he took it with him so no one would steal it.

My outfit was made up of my boots, thick black leggings, a black tank top, and my forest green jacket. It was the typical thing I wore when I'd be going on missions. Whenever we went out, we typically wore dark colors and things that would cover our skin. If needed, they'd have better clothes for us to wear at the town hall. They also provided us with weapons and food before we left.

"What do you think it is this time?" Calum asked as we walked down the stairs of the building to get to the exit. "Getting food? Exploring for more space? Maybe a take-back mission?"

"I'll shoot myself in the fucking leg if they try to make me go on a take-back mission." I told him plainly. "I've never been on one and I don't plan to ever go."

Take-back missions were the worst ones by far. The doctors and scientists in the city were always trying to perform tests on the infected to see if they could possibly get any answers on how the disease spread and if there was any way to cure it. They'd send us out to capture an infected and bring it back to the city. It usually went bad. Either people on the mission would die or the infected would get loose once it was in the city or the scientists would end up killing it before doing all the tests they needed.

"Kit, you're one of the best survivalists," he told me as we left the building and began walking down the dirty streets. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, giving everything a light-grey color, "if anyone could make a take-back mission work, it's you."

"I'm not the best," I chuckled, rolling my eyes, "you're better than I am. We're only in the top five."

"And you're number four."

"But you're number two."

We dropped the conversation after that. We knew that if they needed two people from the top five survivalists, it would probably be a take-back mission. Neither of us wanted that to happen.

It took fifteen minutes to reach the city hall. The building was a skyscraper that was probably used for some fancy corporation of some sort before the world went to shit. The elevators didn't work anymore so they only used rooms up to the fifth floor.

Calum and I walked right in and went straight up to the fifth floor like we always did when we were to be given missions. Calum knocked on the door twice before opening it. There were already three other boys inside who immediately looked at the doorway when we entered.