It had been a few days after my encounter with my friends. Whatever emotions I once had before were now gone. All of them. I was just... Numb. I felt nothing. I didn't laugh or smile. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. Nothing. I barely spoke anymore. My facial expression was always blank. My eyes empty. The pack had tried just about everything to get me to show emotion again. Nothing. I was broken. Empty. Numb. I still did my usual tasks I always did for the hunters. I opened doors, I kept watch for survivors, stitched up torn clothing, treated wounds, scavenged in small places the hunters couldn't fit into, etc. But I wasn't the same girl who would talk out loud to them, laugh at them when they did something cute or foolish, sing to them, smile at them brightly when I was excited or proud of an accomplishment, get angry when they did something stupid and I had to clean up their mess. I wouldn't ask for cuddles with puppy eyes anymore, something they were always willing to give me at the drop of a hat, I didn't play with them anymore either. I became distant emotionally and physically. I was so blinded by what happened with my friends that I was completely oblivious to how I was hurting the pack with my being distant. Things spiraled out of control so quickly that I shut down. I couldn't mentally function like I used to. I developed the bad habit of wandering away from the hunters and going off all on my own. I got in trouble every time for it, but I continued to do it very often. As in all the time. Every few seconds or so. The pack as a whole were getting very quickly fed up with my wandering off. Especially since they didn't like getting screeched at by the alpha for not keep a closer eye on me. At one point a hunter found a collar and a leash in a store we were rummaging through. He did try to put it on me and I let him. It was the alpha that stopped and him had a very angry "word" with him before throwing away the collar and leash. Well today I just so happened to have wandered too far from the pack. And I got lost. In a large city of all places. Where there's tons upon tons of infected. I could hear the pack losing their shit and looking for me. Calling for me. But I kept moving. Farther and father away from them. I ignored their calls. Their crying, their angry screeches, their whines, everything. I was drowning in nothing. And I wanted to keep drowning. I didn't want to be saved. So why can't they leave me be? Why won't they just let me drown? I hate feeling so empty. I hate feeling numb. I hate feeling nothing... At all. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, and I didn't notice that I walked into a park and towards a large lake. I slipped on some wet and loose mud and fell into the cold murky water. I didn't make any effort to swim back up to the surface. Much less try not to inhale water. I let my body sink and my vision fade to black, hearing something splash into the water after me.
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Life with Hunters
FanfictionWhen you've been with Hunters since the beginning of the outbreak you become attached to them. And you become protective of your pack. So protective you'd even fight your own kind to keep them safe...