Fallen

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The "new home" that we had found ended up being exactly that. We stayed there for almost 6 years. We had to learn how to survive in the new demonic world we lived in. We don't have many people in our group maybe about six people, seven including me. 

We didn't really have much to live off of and ran out of supplies rather quickly. Harry and I ended up being the ones to go out and find food and water. Sometimes we were lucky and found some wine. We've been doing this job ever since we formed the group. We had nothing to lose unlike the others, so we figured who better then us? We didn't have a family waiting on us or worrying whether or not we'd return. We had each other and that's all that mattered. Today was one of those those that we had to go on a raid. I felt like something was off that we were gonna be in trouble. Today felt... off. I don't know what was so different about today, but I felt like it just was. Harry and I went to the supplies building to get equipment for the raid. We were going to THE CITY....

The city is the absolute WORST place to be in this shit not only because of the walkers, but also because of the rednecks, those were the people that decided to stay in the city after everything went to hell. They are ruthless and don't care who you are as long as they get blood. They kill everything they see if they don't look familiar, and simply just for their own twisted kicks. They like to.... eat.... the people they kill not the walkers, but the humans. They want to be a walker, but without the lifeless ness of the situation. They like the feel of power and control over everyone who enters their territory. Today of all days we were going there, the one day I felt something is off. We were walking down the tree line of the destroyed city, and we had to stay out of sight from the rednecks. We're following the path we've took several times and keep low and quiet. Suddenly I hear a crack from a branch of what sounded like a tree breaking in half, I stop dead in my tracks and signal the others to do so to. I look around my shot gun aimed on anything that may look out of place. I hear a loud bone-chilling scream of a male. Not again I thought. Please not again. It sounded like my kid brother John. All I could think was Not Again I wildly looked around trying to find him I didn't want this to be like what happened to mom. I started to get up from my spot that I was hiding in to look for him when a hand grabbed me gently and made me sit back down, I knew who it was but still I tried to fight them I had to find him I couldn't have this happen again. I was carefully placed into someone's chest as they rocked me back and forth whispering words to make me calm down. After about a good three minutes I knew he was probably dead by now and that thought made me fight back harder than before, but Harry was too strong for me in the state that I was in he had his arms latched around me so I wouldn't, couldn't, do anything stupid that might get me killed. I eventually gave up trying to fight and just laid back into Harry's arms while he rocked me like a little child. I closed my eyes ,mumbling to myself "not again" over and over again, only to see my nightmare that haunts me every night, my mother dieing.  My eyes shoot open before I can see the actual moment it happened and I jump up and look around terrified that it was happening right now. I look down to see Harry asleep.