Life Isn't Fair

8

My eyes fluttered open, and I sat up as fast as I could but hit my head on one of the seats. "Ugh." I groan while holding my head and struggling to stay still and keep my eyes open, which was impossible by the time I took my fingers and and see the blood. I was ready to pass out until I saw Ollie just waking up too, so I scooted over and tried helping him recover while looking up to see everybody starting to wake up as well. I heard the moans of walkers nearby so I shot straight up and helped the others off along with Ollie, and grabbed our stuff. I killed a couple of the walkers in our way, but escaped just in time to see that the bus blew up. I handed everybody their weapons and backpacks back, while checking them for bites or scratches. "It doesn't matter if any of us die, we just have to get Eugene to Washington." Abe says and walks away with Glenn and Maggie following. After a couple minutes of convincing Eugene to be stronger and standing by him, me and Rosita walk away in hopes that he follows. Which he does. After we catch up with the group we casually wonder into an abandoned plaza and go into a hidden library. We set up the book shelves so that nothing or nobody can get in, and I snuggle into my small space with Ollie. I fall asleep to the sound of my melodic voice humming. I have a very strange dream that involves my parents and siblings.

(Gore)
*dream*
"You can't trust these people." my mom says while holding a knife to my neck. When she slid it hard against my throat I couldn't scream or move so I just stared at her while she was laughing and coughing blood from her mouth. Next thing I know, she's transforming into a walker and biting my neck off. Next, my father, holds a gun to my temple and shoots causing my vision to go black but come back a short time after see my siblings with torturing tools. At this point in my dream I could scream, so I did, as loud as I could, while they drove a hammer and nails through my knee. They drilled the other causing me to squeak and break. They were all laughing and I just sat there crying. Then, they drive a machete through my hand and out of the wood below me, getting a clean hole through the top of my hand that's tied to the dark oak chair.

*end of dream*
I sat up super fast with dried tears on my face and my throat burning. I looked around me and saw everybody up in alarm, cautiously watching me while scooting closer to one another. "Bad dream." I dismissed them with my hand and wiped my face with my thumb to get rid of the salty water going down my face. I lied back down in attempt to get more rest, but couldn't close my eyes long enough. Eventually I got up and went to the windowsill that we didn't cover and sat on the edge while fidgeting with my shirt. A couple minutes later Glenn came over and sat on the opposite side of me on the sill and looked me straight in the eyes. "Look. I know what its like to lose somebody you love." he says. I give him a confused face and a raised eyebrow, but I realize that its better to leave it alone. "You probably don't know what its like to see them dead or being killed in front of you." I say while looking out of the window and clenching my fists and jaw. "My mother was killed in front of me. Along with Bob." he says and pauses, before sighing and leaving on his way back over to Maggie. I take a long last look out of the window and put three fingers over my heart while walking back over to my place on the floor. This time, as soon as I closed my eyes I was out like a light. I opened my eyes the next morning to find Ollie wagging his tail and the others getting their stuff ready. "Come on sweet cheeks. We have to keep moving." Abe says while offering his hand to help me up. I take it and stand to my feet, while grabbing my bag and throwing it over my shoulders. I grab my machete and tug on Ollies collar, signaling him to walk with me. He follows my command and walks beside me, strutting proudly at his good point. I smile and look down at the pup who seems happy, and conintue walking until I bump into the back of somebody. "Hey will you wat-" I get caught off guard by a walker groaning and the stinging pain of a bullet through my right shoulder. I screech and relive the dream right before my eyes,until I get picked up and feel like someone is running away with me. I open my eyes slightly, as that is as far as they can go, and notice an unfamiliar figure and sounds of yelling of my name and gunshots. I black out before I can say or try to struggle against the figure, and soon im in a black abyss. I wake up to what seems about a.couple days later, and find everybody dead around me. I struggle against the chair im tied in and memories flood back from the dream so I quicken my pace. Once im set free, I grab my bag from the corner and grab all of the guns I can find, along with my machete. I shove all of the guns and food that i can find, while walking across the eerily quiet streets to a clothing store.



(Without the hair or watch)



(That's how my hair is now because I cut it so that's how the character looks now except for the eyes. Their still green)

I come out of the abandoned store quietly with my weapons and bag, getting ready for anything. With that I started on my way to my friends and pup. It took about a few hours until I found where I had been shot. There was no longer anybody there, so I knew that they had escaped just fine. I turned around and took a small passage way back to the road that I was on and walked down until I found a hospital lit with beautiful lights. "Electricity." I mumbled. I ran towards the gates and shoved them open, but immediately got held up by two pairs of pistols. "Who are you?" one of the looks like police officers ask. "Im Skye. You?" I ask them, but they just pull me through the doors and up a few flights of stairs until were on the one with the lights. "Dawn!" the officer on my left yells and I sit in anticipation until a young female cop comes up to me. "Bag and weapons. Now." she says demandetly. "Why?" I ask curiously. "Because." is all I get before she punches me and I black out. Next thing I know, im in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV bag. "The hell? I don't need this." I ask while ripping the IV tube out of my arm. I hear a knock on my door and look down at my clothes, noticing that their still there. I look back up to find a pretty blonde girl walking into the room. "Hi....Im Beth." she says and I gasp. "Your Maggie's sister right?" I ask and she quickly looks up from the tray she was holding and looks at me confusingly. "Do you know who Rick is? Im apart of his group." "yea same here." she says after I told her who I came from. "Is Maggie alive?" she asks and I nod smiling, while recieveing a hug from her. "How did you get here?" she asks me while tilting her head and holding my hands. "I was walking around after I got shot on my right shoulder and found some new clothes, so I got changed and left the store, until I stumbled here and they shoved me in." she has a look of upset and anger all in one. "Listen. They'll come lookin' so until then, play along with these people." she says looking behind her out of the window and back at my face. "Okay I will." I say before she hugs me and leaves. I sit back down on the bed and lay down, not daring to go back to sleep after what Beth told me. A few minutes later, an unfamiliar figure comes into my room and I immediately stand up in defense, while my hand flies to my side to grasp my machete or pistol, but they aren't there. It was a lady with dark brown hair in a bun, wearing a police outfit. "Don't even try." she says in a tired yet rough voice. I flip her off and sit back down on my bed. She comes over and smacks me across the face, and roughly grabs my jaw to make me look over at her. "You follow MY rules. Got it?" she gets closer to my face so I roll my eyes and spit in her face. She grabs her knife and makes a cut across my cheek which bleeds. The warm blood that trickles down my face gives me a sign that I need to stop my mouth from running or else she will kill me if I go too far. She put her knife away after wiping it on me. Im pretty sure she cut far enough to where ill need stitches. I did notice that Beth had a few stitched cuts on her face. Maybe tats how she tortures people? Cuts their faces up? I don't know but I don't like it. After she walks out I let out a breath that I've seemed to be holding in. There's a war in my brain about whether to kill her or not. The side of right decisions and consequences takes over which means that I can't kill her until Rick and the others come for me and Beth. And that ill be kept like a caged dog in this horrid small hospital room. I look around for something to clean up my wound with until yet another person shows up. Great. Just awesome. I turn around to find a doctor with a needle and some stitch material, so I gesture for him to come over to me. "Its okay, im not gonna hurt you like she did." he says pointing to the door. "She tends to hurt people a lot. Its kind of like her way of saying not to mess with her." he says very eerily calm, and I look into his green eyes behind the square shaped glasses for any sign of recognition or even a bit of pity. But all there is, are calm deep emerald eyes. I furrow my eyebrows and snap back at him, "Well if it is her way of showing whose "Boss", then its not a very good one." "Easy there tiger. She went be happy if she hears you talking like that." he says while looking through his fogged glasses. "I don't care anymore. I need to get me and Beth out of here. Now you will help us or i will kill you and let you turn." I say viciously, causing him to back into the door alarmingly. I come closer and spit every mean thing I can at his face, until he injects something in my right arm. I start to feel a little oozy, and I know that he has put knock out medicine in my veins. My eyes roll to the back of my head and Im out faster than you can even blink twice.