Barely Breathing

Chapter 45

NOTE:NOT EDITED

Wordcount: 843
*Isabellas p.o.v*
As I woke up, I noticed I was in a soft cozy bed. Waiters were bringing me platters with different foods on them! I felt like I was in heaven! I wasnt going to question it since I havent lived fancy for over seven years.
Before this 'thing' started, my parents kicked me out of the house.I had no place to go, no food or water. But when I was walking past some old bamboo looking trees, I noticed a small door to some type of fort.
I climbed over to it and brushed off all of the dirt before opening it.
"Hello?" I called out inside before I officially called this place my home.
When everything checked out I started to move in, I stole from neighbors and made my 'house' look nice. It wasnt much, but it was all I had.
Then when the zombies came, I immediately ran over to my house to see if my family would protect me and love me again. But they were gone. They all packed up and left without me.
I spent the first year on my own, until a friendly boy found that I was struggling for food and helped me out. He taught me how to kill and 'turn into a walker'. Thats what he would call them, walkers.
When he passed away due to a horrible man who ran him over while he was getting supplies, I was devastated. I didnt want to get close to anyone ever again.
When I saw Megans group in trouble, I had to help, just like how he helped me. I gave them food and shelter and they seemed to respect me.
"Hello?"
I heard someone whisper my name.
I opened my eyes to a dark muddy looking room.
What the hell? I thought.
Where am I?
"Hello Isabella, were going to ask you a few questions. Please cooperate with us." A mans deep voice echoed intoy ears.
"Okay shoot." I responded.
"How old were you when the outbreak started."
I didnt have to think long about my answer, I already knew I was eight because my parents abandoned me when I was about seven, almost eight.
"How was life growing up Isabella? Hm?" The mans next question echoed throughout my head.
"Stop it, leave me alone!" I shouted out. I didnt want to talk about being abandoned, it was a hard life to live.
"Have you killed any survivors." They asked.
"No." I lied with a striaght face.
"No?" His voice boomed.
Silence arose through the tiny room until a door started to open and noticed it was my younger brother.
"Thomas?" I questioned as he stepped into the room, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was covered in blood and it dripped down to the floor.
"What did they do to you!" I started to cry out.
"Nothing sister," He knelt down next to me then whispered "Dont trust these people, do not tell them anything."
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"If you reason with them and tell them the truth, it could kill you."
*Jessicas p.o.v*
My head was pounding, my throat was burning, my bones were aching and throbbing.
As I fluttered my eyes open, a nice looking lady stared down at me, "Dont worry, we will fix you up." She announced.
She scurried around the small office, looking for supplies and such to 'help me'.
When she was done looking, she started to mix some substances together in a test tub. It turned into a musky green color, she then poured it into the top of a container that had a needle at the end of it.
"Hold still." She demanded of me, but I hated needles.
"No," I responded. "I hate needles."
She looked at me confussed, the responded with a 'but it will help you?'
As she said the words, you could hear her voice become more manlier.
"Hello Jessica, were going to ask you a few questions. Please cooperate with us." A mans deep voice pertruded from the womans small petite body.
I had no idea what was going on, the small office I was in scared me, the situation I was in scared me. Where was my group? Are they okay?
"Jessica?"
I looked up at the woman who now looks old and evil. Her smile widened as she noticed the fear in my eyes.
"Wh-whats going on?" I asked as she stuck the needle into my arm.
I winced out in pain, then began to feel dizzy. Everythin began to look blurry.
"Donttt worryyy." The woman started to say, "Have you killed any survivors during this outbreak?"
It took me a moment to register what she was saying, I heard everything in slow motion.
"Yeah, I would cut off their ears too." I smiled evily at the woman.
A noise behind me startled me as I turned to look at what it was. The whole wall was moving and when I saw my father. I litterally bursted into tears.