"Ingrid! Slow the fu-"
"Language, Tori!" Mum butt in.
"-fudge down!"
" How bout' no." My sister was such a bitch.
She was running a lot faster than mum and I, not even caring that mum was carrying a child. The herd that had been chasing us has thinned now, and most were crowding around a sick doe. When the last few zombies had turned back to have their share of the doe, we stopped running and emerged on to a clearing. A fence was up ahead, protecting a prison.
"Hey, this could be a perfect camp if we cleared it out!" Ingrid beamed. She drew back her bow and let her arrows fly into the heads of the zombies surrounding the fence. After a while, they were all gone. Ingrid walked around, collecting up her arrows.
"Ingrid, get that last one over there." Said mum, gesturing towards a still silhouette up near the fence. Ingrid drew back her bow, ready to shoot but I screamed:
"Ingrid, NO!! That's a person! A real person! "
She lowered her bow. I let go of mum and ran up the hill toward the fence fast as lighting. A boy was standing there, he was about my age, with brown hair and almost entrancing light blue eyes. He was a couple inches taller than me and a sheriffs hat was atop his head.
He looked at me. "Who are you?" He asked in a soft voice.
"I'm Tori. Over there," -I gestured to mum and Ingrid who were making their way up the hill- is my mother Bella and my older sister Ingrid. "
"Gimme a sec." He ran off, coming back a second later with a man who was about mums age.
"How many walkers you killed?" He asked.
" A little over twenty... I don't really keep count." I replied
"How bout' people?"
"No. We don't kill the living. They're to valuable in this world, even if they aren't the nicest.
"Come with me." He said, the boy slid open the gate and we walked in.
