All That's Left

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"Ah," Kat sighed. "A job well done," she stated, brushing her hands off. She walked away from the burning house. She giggled, "This should last me awhile." She pat the strap of her backpack lightly.

Once all the infections hit her town, she watched everyone that loved her suffer. She loved it. She was messed up. She messed up anyone that she didn't have a romantic chance with. Other than that, she'll annihilate everyone in her path. She travels alone, she has no group.
Kat just watched her home burn down. It definitely wasn't an accident. She did it. Kat walked off into the woods, delighted at the horrified shrieks from inside. She sipped on her water as she scoured the area.

"Agh!" Kat choked up. She put her right hand up to a tree trunk to stay balanced, and the other up to her mouth to wipe away an oozing, black, watery liquid. As you know, Kat was infected. Dark liquid would flow from her eyes and mouth at random. Often blurring her vision, and the putrid taste left her nauseous.

Kat slowly sat down, leaned up against a tree, and shut her eyes for a moment. She eventually dozed off in the shade.

* * *

"Hello? Are you okay?" Someone around Kat's age with short blonde hair was shaking her shoulder. Kat opened up her eyes and went straight for her pocket knife. "What do you want?" She asked, trying to sound intimidating. "Woah, woah, woah! You're gonna stab me for making sure you weren't dead?" The person slowly backed up until they hit a tree.

"Anyway..." they continued, "Rylie. Rylie Manchester. Demigirl. Nice to meet you, I guess." She sounded unsure when the said nice. Rylie stuck her arm out for the two to shake hands, but Kat pushed her arm away. "Uh, no thanks, Rylie. The name's Kat. Don't mess with me, or you'll be stabbed."

"Jesus. O.K. Kat," Rylie crinkled up her nose when she said her name. Kat slowly stood up and brushed off her black shorts. "Uh... Are you okay?" Rylie asked, noticing the black streaks that had stained Kat's fair skin. "Oh, that... It's... I dunno. I th-- UGH! Just mind your own business, you twat!" Kat wanted to keep her tough, rude approach. "You could come along with me," Kat said in a stuck-up tone, "If you wanna risk being bitten, stabbed, cut, punched, kicked, or snapped like a twig." "You know it's unsafe being alone just about anywhere right now, right?"

Kat looked up at Rylie, giving her a dirty look. "Hypocrite. Then what are you doing out here, alone, huh? Rylie rolled her eyes. "This 'hypocrite' went looking for supplies in the woods for their group." She sounded a bit ticked off.

Kat's eyes lit up at the sound of 'group.' But she got mad at herself again for not keeping her rough approach and wanting to be with other people. But there was something that made her fight the urge to be mad at herself, and she didn't understand.

"So? Are gonna stand here, or come with me?" Kat tried to hide her smile and plastered on an emotionless, blank face. "Well, I guess I could benefit off you guys, 'ya know?" But all Kat felt like saying was, "Thanks so so much! I appreciate it!"

Rylie sighed and motioned toward the deeper part of the woods. "Well, c'mon!" She commanded, grabbing Kat by the wrist and dragged her along. Kat resisted from giggling and held onto her bag.

* * *

Kat and Rylie were sitting by a pond taking a rest from walking. "You know..." Rylie whispered. "I'm not sure why I don't stop by here much. It's really pretty." The sound of the light breeze made Kat relax a little.