Survival Of The Fittest || 5SOS

Chapter 4

I re-adjusted my dirty blond hair into it's pony tail and wiped my face from all it's dirt and germs. I cringed when I pulled away my hands to see them covered in dirt and residue. But in all fairness I looked pretty good, seeing as it's right in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.
I was in good shape too. I was quite strong, I was very small. I had quite a flat chest and skinny arms. Their wasn't much very flattering about me, but lets face it. It's not as if I'm trying to impress anyone. And honestly, my bra size isn't on my list of highest concerns. I was medium height, around 5'5, 5'6 maybe.
My grey eyes were very lifeless nowadays. I used to appreciate them. They were quite interesting despite the classic and boring colour, but now they're guilty. They have witnessed too much and would easily surrender if interrogated.
I sighed and stepped away from the mirror, walking over to the bed in the small room and started going through my bag.

I was silently preying they haven't taken any more of my stuff because they wouldn't see the light of day if they did. Luckily for them, they had the decency to stay away from my stuff while I was blacked out.
I reached for my gun and checked the amo. Empty. I reached further in and found some extra bullets, re-loading my gun just in case.

I checked the time on the wall, and it read 12:38. It was late enough and I should probably get some sleep.
I put the gun bellow the pillow and tried to get comfortable. My arm was aching like hell and the light throbbing behind my eyes was becoming more noticeable. It was only then I realised how tired I was, as I fell into a deep sleep to which I never wanted to wake up from.
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I sighed as I rolled over yawning, however I felt something under my arm. I instantly woke up as I grabbed my gun without thinking, and put it to the persons' head. I grabbed their arms and held them over their head.
"woah, woah!!!" The red haired boy tensed beneath me. "Callie it's me! It's just me ok! I'm not gonna hurt you!" It was Michael. I relaxed a bit but still kept the gun to his head.
"Why are you in here? And on the bed!" I questioned becoming frustrated.
"Calum doesn't share rooms, Ash is downstairs because he's on watch and Luke is ill. This was the only room left. I swear I wouldn't try anything! I just needed rest." He sighed leaning his head back against the pillows.
I noticed the bruises and cuts along his arms and on the side of his face. He was covered in blood, however it wasn't his own.
"what happened?" I asked looking at the marks.
"Walkers. And lots of them," he laughs coldly as he closes his eyes, "I didn't get bit if that's what you're thinking. A lot is just scratches. It's been raining outside so it was slippery." He smiles lazily and starts to chuckle. I started to smile a little but instantly stopped as soon as I realised it.
I let go of his arms and took away my gun placing it back under the cushion.
"You're letting me off this easily?" I turned around to see one of his eyes open and the corners of his mouth turn upwards.
"Well, you're not looking your best and I suppose you're in pain so I feel a little sympathetic."
"Why thank you Callie."
"Don't mention it." I sigh as I lay back down.
"So what brings you to Arizona?" I heard him shuffle on the bed to know he was facing me.
"I dunno I just travel I guess.."
"This is quite a touchy subject so tell me if you don't want to answer it, but what happened to your family?" I turned around to face him. No one has ever asked me about my family before.
"No, its, uh, its fine. I was 16 so around 3 years ago. My parents, they went down the classic way. They got ate." I laughed coldly.
I looked up and saw Michael frowning. It wasn't an angry or confused frown. It was more of a concentrated frown. As if he was taking in everything I said.
My parents was easy to talk about. I liked them, but I didn't really love them. There was only one person I really loved. My sister. I took a shaky, deep breath and began talking again. "My sister however, she was only 7. She was beautiful," I smiled at the memory. I remember her light blond hair laying on her shoulders as she ran around the flower field. Her summer dress flowed as she ran around giggling as she chased the colourful butter flies. "It was me and her for a while after Mum and Dad died. I took her on a help ship and we came to America a couple years ago. She was so strong." I smiled proudly at the thought of her being able to kill her first zombie. She hated it though. She always said they still felt human. "Then one day, she came back from getting fire wood crying.." I looked up again. Michael was still frowning. He seemed worried and almost angry. " she came up to me saying, 'Callie, Callie! Look! Look at my arm!!' so obviously I did. There was a clear bite mark on her upper arm.." I glanced up again. Michaels frown was gone, and his face just showed sympathy and worry. I sniffed wiping away some stray tear angrily. I hated it when people saw me cry. It showed weakness and I refuse to be weak. "So she looked at me. She wasn't dumb you know! She was very smart and knew what had to be done. I honestly think she was more prepared than me." I smiled through tears. My throat was burning from trying to keep everything in. "And I shot her.." I finally let it out. I cried and cried. It feels good but I defiantly don't like it. Small sobs were coming from my mouth, as I screwed my eyes shut and bought my knees to my chest. Just then I felt a pair of hesitant arms wrap around my frail body and just hold me. He didn't say anything. He just held me. And that was all I needed.