The Rise of Eden

Chapter 1-

Memories came flooding back into my head, as I fell from the sky, and down onto the cold, hard pavement. I force myself to get up, and regret it the second my feet are flat against the ground. Both my side, and stomach hurts. I decide to lift up my shirt, and blood gushes onto my hand, and then the ground. I lift up my hand, and realize how pale I am against my own blood. There is no way I'm alive.
           I look up, and realize the sun is going down. As soon as the night unfolds, walkers will appear. I examine my body. No bites. I am definitely not a walker. Then what am I? I hold my side, as I run to the nearest shelter. Somehow, I knew where I was. Something tells me that there is a gas station right down the road.
        I begin running, and I soon approach the building. I barricade the door as soon as I flee in. I look around the store. Empty.
I go to the room behind the front desk, knocking down the door with the strength I never knew I had. I managed to salvage what supplies I could to patch up my side and stomach. I had found a few ace bandages, and some painkillers. They'll last me a decent amount of time. I need to know what's happening. Where is my family? My home? I won't survive out here alone.
         I find the bathroom, and walk in, hoping to find some water to clean myself up with. I walk to the mirror, and realize something. I'm not who I remembered being. My skin is far more pale than before. I have a tattoo of an upside down crescent on my forehead, and my eyes.. They're black. Blood covered most of my face, and I think.. I think I might be dead. I'm not a zombie, but I'm dead.
      I look down at my side again, and remove the bandages. The blood pours out, as I examine it. From what I could see, I was shot three times. I begin checking my clothing in hopes I'll find something. I go to my jeans, and I pull out a small piece of paper, wrinkled, and folded. That wasn't there before. I know it. The hairs on my neck stand up, as I slowly unfold the paper. Written in small black ink, it said-

Hello..Eden. You may not know who I am, but I know who you are. Your 'family', weren't who you thought they were. You are alone for a reason. They shot you seven times because you were useless, and slowing them down. I've brought you here to avenge yourself. I have hid a bag full of supplies you will need somewhere in this exact location. Use what you have to find them. Then Kill them. I will see you soon,  my love.
My stomach drops. No. They didn't kill me. They said they needed me. That they would protect me, but they.. They killed me. My sadness turns into anger, as I rip up the paper. I slam my fist against the mirror, breaking it almost instantly. My back slides down the bathroom wall, as tears fall down my face. My body goes completely limp, and numb, as I cry myself to sleep.

   "Shh.. We can't wake her.." A low, hushed voice says. Still mostly asleep, I ignore what was going on, thinking this was all a dream.
" I don't know if I should do this.. What if she wakes up?" The voice says.
"She won't. Trust me. Just make this quick." Another unfamiliar voice replies. They sound like a woman in her mid-twenties.  I hear muffled movement, as I am fully awake now, but decide to keep my eyes closed, listening to what they are doing.
" She is slowing us down anyways. We don't need her. We can steal whatever she has left, and go on with our lives. She's young anyways. She doesn't have much going for her. Now hurry up, before you jinx us, and she does wakes up." A different voice says. I open my eyes, and see my group standing before me. Everything happened in a blink of an eye.I sit up, and realize one of them, his name is Jason, has a gun.
"SHIT!" Ashley, another one of the group members, yells. "SHOOT HER! NOW." Three gunshots rang throughout the building, and I died instantly.

I jump up from my sleep, and look around. I shake my head, and run to the mirror. No. This isn't real. I look at my side. It had thankfully stopped bleeding, but I'm still dead. Who sent me here? Why am I alive? My stomach drops, much like earlier. I have to kill them.I begin my search for the supplies. I'm praying that there will be food in the bag. I feel weaker every second.   
          I've been looking for the bag for almost an hour, but I can't find it. I've looked everywhere. I even looked in the vents, and in all of the cupboards. It's nowhere to be seen. I decide to look in the bathroom for the third time now, praying that maybe I missed a vent of something. I open the last stall door, and there it was, sitting on the floor was the bag full of supplies. This is insane, I swear that wasn't there before.
My eyes widen, as I look at the amount of supplies I've been given. Tons of food, and water. Bandages, medicine, weapons, ammunition, a gas mask, a map, and new clothing. I decide to put them on, since my old clothes are all torn, and drenched in blood.
    I look at myself in the now broken mirror. I'm in all black. A tank top, leather jacket, ripped jeans, and converse. I smile to myself, content with my new look. I pack up my old clothes, just in case, and sit down to eat.
    I can't believe I have to do this, but I need to. They deserve to feel my pain. To know how betrayed they've made me feel. I still want to believe that they didn't do this. That they didn't kill me, but I know that I would only be lying to myself even more than I already am. I can barely digest any of this new information as it is. I must do this though. I need to avenge myself, even if it hurts me to do so. They were my family. They had protected me when I couldn't hold myself up. I thought I could trust them. I thought I could put my life in their hands, and they wouldn't let anybody hurt me. We made a pact to stick together, and to help each other when needed. They broke that pact. They took my trust. They can never gain any of this back from me.
    My thoughts are interrupted by banging at the barricaded door. Shit. The walkers must of heard me. There's no windows in this building, and the only ways out is through the front door, or the emergency door, which wouldn't be the best idea since the alarm will go off, and cause the walkers to come to the door as well. I could risk it, and pray that all of them will follow the sound, but that is highly unlikely. I shouldn't take my chances. Knowing what all had happened this past day, I don't think the odds will be in my favor, but it's worth the try.
    I load up one of the guns with the ammunition, and put the backpack on. I take a deep breath, and begin walking over to the emergency door. Anxiety rushes over me, as I slowly open it enough so that it would set off the alarm. I nearly fell backwards, due to how loud the alarm actually is. This may work. I leave the door slightly open, and being running to the front door. All of the walkers have gone to the emergency door. I begin moving all of the shelves, and chairs from the door, and begin sprinting away from the scene. I have no idea what I should go now.
    After what seemed like forever, I managed to find an abandoned hospital. It looked as if someone had attempted to burn it down, but it was still stable. I need to find a room to lock myself in, and figure out where the hell I am, and more importantly, where the hell I am going. I don't know what is happening to me. Why do I feel so many emotions all of a sudden? I'm used to happy, and sad, but now, I feel depressed, and angry. Maybe even grief. I can't let this slow me down. I need to find them.