Prologue
I stare dazedly at the gory and blurry knife in my hand, trying to remember how it came to my possession as it fades in and out of my sight.
My eyes slowly blink, attempting to see clearly but unable to brush away the haze that clouds my vision and mind.
Where am I? What am I doing?
What is happening?
Distantly, I hear the sounds of coughing and gurgling and my head drunkenly turns towards the cause.
A smudge of a figure appears in the murky abyss.
As my vision heightens ever so gradually, the body morphs into a girl, and the girl becomes a barely recognizable face.
My sister, Camilla.
Her body; beaten and bruised.
A bloody baseball bat lying beside her prone form.
I'm absorbed in figuring out what happened to her when she coughs again, and slowly turns her head towards me.
She blinks a few times and takes a ragged breath:
"River?"
And then...
Bam.
Everything instantly comes into sharp focus and it's like a harsh blow to my stomach.
I remember everything.
The carnage before me is spotlighted to full display.
The blood that covers the walls.
The floor.
The bodies. Oh god, the bodies...
No. Not now.
Bam.
I drop the knife and I didn't realize it before, but I am shaking. Gripping my wrist with my free hand, I try to force myself to quit trembling, but it won't stop.
Why won't it stop?
No. I don't care.
I let go of my wrist and walk towards Camilla. She is the top priority. Only, my legs are shaking as well.
I crumple to the floor before I can take a second step.
Bam.
I hit the red-splattered floorboards with a loud thump, and my body sprawls limply across the floor as my brain rattles in my skull.
So... dizzy...
I shake my head as black spider webs crawl into my vision, but it doesn't do anything.
My body slumps closer to the floor in resignation.
I am too weak.
No you're not. Get to her. My conscious demands.
But I'm not strong enough. I say as the dark lines begin blurring my sight.
Yes you are! Now get your ass off the floor and help her now! She's dying! The voice screams.
Bam.
She's dying.
The words echo in my head, and every other noise fades as the phrase takes over.
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The Forgotten One
Fanfiction"Just have to fake a smile and get through the day" ∆ Meet River Marks ∆ Your typical troubled teen who has abusive parents, a best friend who is delusional, magnetism to a girl with green eyes and oh yeah, the ability to see zombies. ∆ Meet Willow...
