Chapter 1- How it Started

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-Lucy's POV-

I sat in my room, fiddling with my arrows as my bow lay across my lap. This compound bow was very dear to me, anyone who took it would probably never see the daylight again ^_^


"Lucy, get down here!" My father called from downstairs. I walked down and gave him last of our jerky and a beer. "I need more jerky." He growled.

"That's the last of it." I said as I saw the whip in his hand. Yes, he's always that drunk to do such things.

"Get me your dinner." He said gripping the weapon.

"I need to eat." I said nervously.

"Get.Me.Your.Dinner." He said again. I shook my head as he swung the whip across my stomach. I fell to the floor as he went at it.


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I lay on my bed stinging. My wounds finally stopped bleeding as I stood up and grabbed my already packed bag. That's when I heard screaming and yelling from outside. I looked out and saw rotting, dead people tearing the living apart and eating them. Then I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my knife, slipped it in my boot, then grabbed my bow and arrows. I took some more supplies and ran downstairs. My dad was at the front door.

"Lucy, come on, we have to go." He said motioning for me to come over. There's no way I was going with him.

"Cya' never bastard."  I said running out the back, far away. Already keeping track of the kills.


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