Mankind's Arrogance

Little Runt

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I don't know what I'm doing. Why I'm here. I don't know what I was thinking. This was probably my worst idea ever, and I'll most likely die from it.....but it's too late now. I wish I could say I forgot about my life before, my family and friends. I wish I could say I forgot about the warm kisses my mother use to give me, or even the fishing trips my father use to take me on. But if I said that, I'd be lying.

I remember every conversation, every touch and text, every 'I love you' and every breakfast. I remember it all. Maybe remembering those things made me weak or maybe they made me stronger. No matter how many times I've been tortured or brain ....I remember them all. I tried letting go, but it seemed worst to forget then to remember.

I know that my name is Kathryn, but people call me Red because although it's the zombie apocalypse I'd die without my red lipstick. I know that I'm 16 years old I have brown hair and blue eyes and I'm from a place called Edmonton, Alberta which is in a country called Canada. My mother was a teacher and my father was apart of CSIS which is equivalent to FBI but for Canada.

When the Apocalypse started everyone rather headed north (to Canada) or south, maybe even if they had boats they'd head to the oceans but all I know was it was basically every man for themselves once Canada closed its gates.

I'm currently in the eastern part of the United States. I'm being held by a man named Silas. Silas is a business man, or at least that's what he says. He's the boss of his group and what they do is steal from other groups and make them work for him. He's known to be merciless and frightening. But if you ask me he's a 34 year old asshole that doesn't want to fend for himself.

I bumped into him and his wonderful gang about two years ago...and it's been a living hell ever since.He could kill me.....but he's knows why I'm here. And he thinks that he can use me...somehow. He won't let me leave. I've tried literally over a thousand times, but they always find me again and although Silas won't kill me, he can sure as hell beat the shit out of me.

I laid limply on the floor, tired and hungry. But I wasn't going to complain. I wore high waisted shorts that came and inch above my knee with a black long sleeve shirt. My legs were usually covered in scratches and bruises but I suppose they healed.

I heard a bang against my cell. The man standing at the door got my immediate attention. "Get up runt, the boss wants to see you" a man known as Cory yelled. He was around 45, tanned and full of tattoos, strong yet weak, it was interesting how Silas only sent one man to get me....heh has he forgotten about the other times this has happened? I better remind him.

I stood up brushing myself off " And why did he only send one man to retrieve me? Short on men?" I teased with an evil smile. " He has faith that I can handle you myself....which I intend to do" he grumbled as he took out his keys and searched for the right one.

I held onto the cold medal bars as I watched carefully. "Oh but Cory, haven't you had enough? This is suicide, I mean....you're alone with me" I smirked and he looked up and our eyes locked. A flash of fear showed in his eyes and a laugh escaped my mouth. He was too easy to scare. Most of his men are.

"Shut up!" He yelled at me sternly and spat on me. My tongue grazed my teeth in anger as I swiftly grabbed his collar pulled him forward towards the bars as hard as I could and a shift of the neck and just like that he dropped dead on the ground.

I snatched the keys and his dagger and found the silvery jagged one which led me to freedom with a click. Once the door was open I walked over his body, I kicked him in the stomach saying "I don't like being told what to do" I probably have told him that a thousand times. I was done repeating myself.