Phoenix, Arizona, One Month and Nineteen Days After the Attack...

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            “It’s so HOT!” Jess, one of the girls we picked up back in Dallas calls. She is around sixteen, with chocolate brown hair and matching brown eyes. She wears a large Mets jersey that comes down to her thigh over her black jeans, with a pink backpack resting on her shoulders. She carries a 12-gauge shotgun on her back. She complains a lot. “It is Arizona, J.  It’s gonna be hot,” Eren, Jess’s boyfriend replies. He has the same dark hair, with green eyes and a brown hoodie, which is now tied to his waist. He has a white T-shirt underneath the jacket and grey jeans. He carries an AR-15 on his back underneath a green backpack. They are holding hands constantly and kissing at random moments. “Guys, not too much farther. Stop talking and focus on walking,” Shadow speaks over the couple. They immediately stop and look down. The rest of the group laughs at the two. The Phoenix skyline looms in front of us, as well as a potential fight. These guys don’t have much battle experience, if any. The only time they ever shot a gun was against walkers. I honestly fear this moment. That’s when the first shot is fired. But it doesn’t hit any of us. It hits the ground ten feet in front of us, kicking up orange sand. Everyone jumps back and grabs their guns, dropping to their knees and stomachs, aiming in the direction of the shot. We sit in silence, our eyes never leaving the direction of the shooter. If you were far enough away and not paying attention, we might not be seen. Unfortunately they did see us. That was a warning, there is much more coming. I can feel it. “Stay still, and keep your eyes on the city. We all knew that Phoenix is a Hunter stronghold!” Luke shouts. He’s more of a leader than me, and actually sounds confident. I listen, and stay still on my stomach. Shadow looks over at me and winks. I feel heat rush to my face, and shake my head. I can’t be focused on Shadow, with at least one Hunter with a long range weapon. “Alright guys, move up. Stay low, and get out of here as fast as we can,” I hear myself say, and get up slightly, crouching low to the ground and keeping my rifle trained on the city. I hear everybody getting up with me. Thankfully we’re in Arizona, so there’s not many walkers here. The Hunters cleared out most of them, so I heard. Another bullet finds my arm, lodging itself into the wood.

                Everyone opens fire in the direction, and I hear a blood curdling scream. I know that scream. “Shadow?!” I look around our group, deafened by the gunfire. I see her lying on the ground, her white tank top now painted red. I move over to her, my head low. “Rian! Help!” Shadow’s face is soaked in tears. The shooting stops, and all is quiet, except for Shadow’s cries. I hold my hands over her chest, where the hole is. She screams at the pressure. “Stop!” She claws at my arms. “I know it hurts, just stay still. I need to stop the bleeding,” I keep applying pressure. “Rian, I just want to tell you I love you,” she seems calm. “Shadow, don’t even talk like that! You’re gonna be fine!” I feel anger rise in my chest. Why am I angry? She’s dying! Maybe I’m angry because I keep losing everyone. I can’t keep seeing everyone die! “Rian… I’m sorry. But it’s my time. I just don’t want to turn,” She keeps crying. I nod. “I love you,” I kiss her deeply. This is the last time I’ll ever feel her lips against mine. Her arms around mine slump, and her lips fall from my lips. I hug her close. I realize that everyone is watching me. I can’t let her turn, and I draw my knife. I rest it on her forehead and stare down at her. “Goodbye,” I press down on the knife, and feel her warm blood splash on my face. I close my eyes and pull it out. I clean the blood off of the blade and put it in the sheath and stand up. Everyone stares at me. “What are you guys looking at? Let’s go before someone else gets shot!” I yell. I heard myself speak, but I don’t remember saying it. I blink back a tear. I can’t be weak, not until I’m alone. The group nods grimly and we begin to run off. Phoenix, Arizona, where another girl I loved died.

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