chapter 1-

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Im running through the halls, holding my backpack tightly. I rush into a dirty room and go into the corner, curled up in a ball.  I suddenly i trip on a light that has fallen down from the ceiling. "fuck.." I whisper to myself quietly. Bet he heard me. He walks into the room and sees me.

"Can you please just leave me alone?"

I sit in a corner of an abandoned hospital room; looking up at a strange man walking towards me slowly. I look at the gun in his pocket. He has green eyes and pulled out hair at some places of his head. He limps towards me...His leg might be broken.

I don't want to die.

"heheh..." He has a raspy voice. "I don't think so. you Missy, have killed my family...Can't have that here." He looks back down the hall he came from with blood on the floors.

"My name is Amaya. And that was not me. A person a part of my group did. He's...gone now." I say while looking at the hatchet behind me.

I don't want to kill him.

"This hospital is where we stayed during these horrible times. You all came and ruined everything...You and your... "friends" took my food, my water, and my family. All things I worked hard to protect.

"..." A silence filled the room.

"My daughter. Was shot in the head and killed. My wife. She was shot in the hip and she ran away. Your the last one left of your group. Ain't I right?"

"All of my group has either abandoned me, or died." I say.

He comes to a stop and squats right in front of me, looking me straight in the eye.

"I see...You've had what, 7 years to live already?"

"I'm 12 you-"

I'm cut off.

"Listen. I'm doing you a favor kid. You don't wanna live in this kind of world. "

 He reaches for his gun and points to my head.

I reach for the hatchet behind me but I see a girl with a gun wound on her hip, slowly step in the dark room with a butcher knife. Not making a sound. The butcher knife slowly approaches the man's neck. The man looks at it sweating a little.

A calming, but threatening voice speaks. "Ron, put the gun down before I shank your damn head off."

"Pam?--" The woman starts to speak.

"Get up, Kid. Just hurry up and leave."

I get up and start to walk around the two slowly.
"I don't have anywhere to go."

"Huh...Well just meet me at the front desk okay?"

I nod my head and go out to the hall, following the trail blood, terrified. That must be his wife.

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