Life Isn't Fair

5

After a little while they came back out in different clothing, and all looked clean. "Feel better?" I say smiling warmly, and then getting a hug from Greyson. "Thank you." is all he said before walking over to Ollie and petting his head. "So....We were thinking about joining your group." he says while standing back up. "If that's what you guys want, but of course I am the leader." I sternly gaze at all of them and they simply nod. "Okay then. Welcome." I say with a happy tone. They leave and go do their own things, while I planted some tomato and apple seeds into the soil. I got up and walked around to the training center and saw Ollie carrying my machete up to me. "Thanks Oll." I say and pet his head, swinging it at my target after. A couple minutes later I hear a skin crawling scream and I grab my machete and pistol while clumsily trying to run to the sound. When I get to the scene I witness Oliver attacking a walker that was biting into Katherine's flesh. I rush over before another one tries getting Oliver from behind and stab it in the head. After I straitened myself up I asked Oliver and Greyson who had just came what had happened. "She was exploring the community when one of those freaks came up behind her and bit her shoulder!" he yells and I back away a little bit, trying not to lose control at his temper with me. I roll my eyes and take Oliver by the collar and shove him by my face, forcing him to listen to my commands. "Listen boy, I don't know what your doing if you think you can yell at me like that. Its not acceptable here. You need to treat your leader with respect." I say sternly looking into both of his eyes while he took a big gulp. "I had a lot of trouble and time taken from me trying to take this place and clean it from the walkers. If you don't want to be apart of it then go." I say pointing towards the gate. As I let go of his collar he ran over to a gurgling Katherine and frantically shook his head, so I just walked over and leaned down while grabbing my knife and digging it into her skull. She stopped making awful noises and died, so I took my knife out and out it back into my holster. I could see Oliver glaring at me out of the corner of my eye, and what he did next was unacceptable. He pushes me to the ground and slapped my face once, twice, three times, and a fourth until I had my knife out of my holster and stabbed his leg which was making it impossible to escape from under him. He yelped and I took that as an opportunity to go for it. I yanked my arms from under him ignoring the stinging pain in my face and grabbed his neck with both hands. He fell over and I landed on top, straddling him until he passed out. I got off the unconscious Oliver and signaled Greyson with two fingers over to me, so I could get Oliver to the infirmary. Once we got there we laid him on the table and got him some water. "If he does that again I'll have no choice but to kill him. Better warn your friend when he wakes up." I snapped at Grey and walked out of the infirmary. I went back to my house and went upstairs to my bathroom and looked in the mirror only to find a bunch of handprints on my cheeks. I got infuriated by looking at my unnoticed left black eye. I get a panic attack and fall to the floor, gasping for air and trying not to show my weakness. It fails because eventually Greyson comes in and picks me up bridal style. He lays me on my bed and gently strokes my cheek and tilts his head. "Oliver did it." was the only thing that I said until he started walking out of the door. "Wait where are you going?" I ask slightly confused, but he doesn't answer me so I stand up. I walk up to him and grab his shoulders and turn him around to face me. "Listen you can't do whatever yo want cause I am the lead-" I was cut off by him jerking himself free from my grip and letting a grunt escape his mouth, following with a sentence that surprised me. "I think my group is going to leave because you obviously don't know how to handle things here. Goodbye." he said sadly and shut the door in my face. My blood was red hot from anger and made me want to punch him in the face as hard as I could, but I knew that if I did, I would probably get killed or seriously inured considering that he is much bigger and stringer than me. I sigh in frustration and open the door rather slightly, trying to see if he was there. As I walked downstairs I heard them talking on my porch. "I told her that we were going to leave because she couldn't handle things but my real plan is to have her killed so that this place will be ours. Im going to do it tonight while she's sleeping." Greyson said which made me steathly and quickly drag Ollie upstairs with me as I ran to my room and locked the door. I hid Ollie in the closet and put myself under the bed, once it was nightfall. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and my heart quickened, gripping onto the pistol that was kept under the bed. I saw boots walk into my room and turn from side to side, until they started walking towards the bed. I shut my eyes tight and then opened them, to be greeted by his boots right in front of my face. I cocked my gun as fast and quietly as I could, and aimed it at his foot. I pulled the trigger and watched him fall to the ground. I crawled out from under the bed and raced to the closet, but only a second later I was pulled down to my knees making me fall flat on my face. The impact of the floor on my cheek made me shudder but I forced myself to look behind me to see the Greyson was walking around the room for a weapon. I took that as another chance of life and jumped to my feet and raised my gun to his head. He put his hands up and I could actually see a flicker of sorrow, but I pulled the trigger before anything else happened. I watched as his now limp body fell to the ground along with blood splattering on the wall. I almost broke down, but I straightened up and remembered that he was trying to kill me. Soon I hear three pairs of footsteps and I figure out quickly that its the rest of them. I hide by the side of the dresser and wait for them to come into the room. As soon as Oliver comes in and the other two, I shoot Oliver is the head along with one other but before I can get to the last one, she takes out a lighter and drops it onto the floor. Panic sets I and I quickly yank Ollie from inside of the closet and bring him over to the window. I release him into the bushes below and grab a big escape bag that I had packed that has a lighter, flashlight, a bunch of ammo and 5 handguns along with my machete, two knifes and some clothes that I might need. I run down to the kitchen after killing the last girl and grabbing some food and shoving it into my backpack. I throw it over my shoulder and sprint to the front door, but look out of the window and notice that very house is on fire. I grip the handle to the door and rush to were Ollie is, while trying to escape the terrible smoke and walkers that are starting to pour in. We run for the gates and get out before we get attacked. I run for the woods along with Ollie and we finally reach them so we take a break and I lean against a tree while the pup lays down by my feet panting like I am. "Maybe I'm not meant for this world." I say sadly, looking at my knife to the side of me. Before I can grab it Ollie puts it in his mouth and sort of shakes his head. "Maybe you're right. I have to be strong for my family, myself, and you." I said tugging the knife from his mouth. "One come on, we have to go find some supplies." I say amused, while standing on my feet and grabbing my backpack.