Brown Eyes

She's always loved those chocolate brown eyes.

Of course, she hasn't seen them for a few days, but she still sees them as human and with a purpose that she doesn't have.

She wakes in the regular old, beaten down cabin as always. She stared up at the ceiling with a feeling of no purpose again. With no happiness really. Actually, she felt nothing at all but sorrow for what she does each day. She forgets the dream about his eyes and knows she must do her duty. Even if it means doing things she definitely regrets.

She knows she has to get up right this second, as much as she hates it. If she doesn't, she can already hear the echoes of what hell brings here.

She gets up carefully and swings her legs over the bed. She bents down to pick up her decrepit purple duffel bag. She's always wanted a new one, but that isn't how the game works here.

She grabs her old, flimsy towel and grabs her hand gun from underneath her pillow before kicking open the broken door with her left foot. She sprinted from down the steps towards another building, one that's a bit more clean. She bursts inside and shoots the ceiling, leaving another hole in it.

Nothing stirs and she smirks, before shutting the door and firmly locking it with the dead-bolt she found here.

She goes into an open shower stall and shuts it, before turning on the hot water. The water is only meant for her and her only, because she couldn't see anyone else use it in these dire conditions.

She washes thoroughly, as if today was her last, and takes out the last remaining clean clothes she has. She huffs and puts them on, making a note to come back here and re-clean what's dirty. She hangs her towel to dry and takes out her hand-gun, before reloading it. She sighs and steps outside, making her surroundings clear.

She sprints back to the cabin and locks herself inside, before carefully grabbing a shotgun nearby. She grabs her trusty sniper and slings on the shotgun on her shoulder, before kicking the door open again and stepping back outside. She sees nothing yet, because she's the only one who can get the party started.

She walks out to the empty field surrounding the camp, and heads straight to a large bell. She looks around and sighs, before cocking her shotgun and loading it with her final shotgun shells. She takes the bells ringer, and hits it against the side of the bell, creating a loud sound.

Yet soon enough, it was drowned out by growing yells of anger from nearby. She stops ringing and runs straight towards another building, taking cover in it. She waits and aims at the open door, before a few, disgusting creatures burst through.

Shot after shot they fall down, piling up where all the others were killed. She shakes her head and looks to her side, seeing others bursting through the large opening to her right. She shoots them two, ignoring the faces of what she once called friends falling right beneath her feet.

She takes out her sniper and shoots ones that were climbing up from the lake. She waits until a few more get close, before shooting them expertly in the middle of their heads.

Soon enough, the numbers grow less and less, as so as her adrenaline starts to fade away. She became confused on why their numbers were so low before a thought came to her.

'Did I finally get them all?' Her immediate thought was.

It was logical, since in the beginning, lots of them were human and took refuge here at the camp. Yet she never thought she could get every single one of them, even if it has been years since the camp had been running. She was supposed to become one of them, but she never did. She figured it was something in her blood that stopped the cells from getting attached to the virus, or maybe it was because of getting bitten, but she never did find out.