Sniper// 5 th wave fan fiction

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Time skip to 4th wave——-(I'm lazy)

It's been a while since the thirst wave and the fourth wave began about a week ago. My dad had died in the second wave because I couldn't hold him up to get up the tree. My mom and brother both died during the third. My sister passed when i had to slit her throat because if not an other would've killed her. I know its bad logic but she said she would rather have me kill her than let an other win by taking her life.I AM ALL ALONE. I have my dads pistol and a sniper. I have heard of a safe place from people at a camp I didn't stay there because i want to  find this camp on my own I don't need anyone's help i have made it this far i can make it further. 

I am all alone in the woods waiting for morning. The sound of th trees blowing in the wind. And the birds fleeing is almost relaxing. It makes you wonder and want to remember what it was like before all of this stuff happened. You are almost forgetting your life right now and just relaxing. Laughing at when you were upset your crush didn't like you back or when your parents wouldn't get you the newest Iphone. It's almost ridiculous. As i think about my life before it turned into a living hell i start to drift off to sleep.

I awaken in the morning , the sun being barely risen, to a gun shot. I panic. I grap my pistol and book it. I try my best to be quiet while running through the woods. As soon as i hear the gun shots stopping i hide behind a tree. I fell a rush of nerves over come my body. I feel a tug on my wrist. The person wraps their arm around my neck trying their best to suffocate me. Once I realize what is going on i grab my pistol and shoot their leg. Once they let go i back away and aim. I put my finger on the trigger. I pull the trigger. The echo of the gun shooting makes my ears ring. I notice that i shot him right in the head killing him instantly. I sigh in relief. 

"Gotcha motherfucker" i mumbled under my breath.

I then raid his pockets for anything useful. The only thing that had any value in times like these was a knife. I then trek along. I have been walking for what seems like 5 hours i come to a sudden halt because i hear a car. 

"I thought all the cars stopped working in the first wave" i think to myself. 

The bus driver realizes that i am standing by the road. The bus comes to a sudden stop. The driver comes out to greet me but i take a step back a pull out my gun.

"Woah woah woah no need to pull out your gun"

"Well how do i know you aren't going to kill me"

"I understand but i am from the wright-Patterson army base, the name is private renolds."

"Wait wright-Patterson i have been trying to find that place for me to seek shelter"

"Well then i guess its your lucky day"

"Yeah no kidding bitch" i mumble under my breath.

"What was that" private renolds asks with a cocked eyebrow.

"Oh nothing"

"That's what i thought"

As i get on the bus i sit down by myself and i feel a rush of emotions. Happy,nervous,safe. I hadn't noticed that i had drifted off until a little boy look about 4-5 woke me up by shaking me awake.

"What the fuck bitch"

"You shouldn't say those words"

"I do what i want"

"Jeez someone's not nice" the little boy says with a frown.

"Yeah well no one is really "nice" anymore don't ya think"

"I guess"

As i walk off the bus they give me a dog tag with a number on it. The solider tells me to wait on the red dot until my number is called. I listen closely to the numbers waiting for 547 to be called. 539.....540....541....542. After a few more numbers are called the y call my number.

"547 I repeat five four seven" the solider screams.

I just raise my hand and follow the solider to a room with a doctors chair in it.

I wait about 5 minutes until someone finally walks in.

"Hello my name is Dr.Pam i will be helping to get you ready today. I will just need to ask you some basic procedure questions before we begin."

I don't say anything i just nod in return.

"Alright then lets start off with what is your name, age , any known illness you may have, and any family left known to live."

"Umm well my name is Hayley Connor,umm i am 17 and I don't have any known illness, and none of my family members are left."

"How did your family die"

"Well.... my dad died from the second wave we were up in a tree and i was holding on to his arm and I couldn't hold him up any longer so he told me to let go so i did. My brother and mom both died of disease and i slit my sisters throat."

"Oh my god..... well then we are going to be taking you through wonderland"

"What the fuck is wonderland"

"It is the process of when we go and look at your memories and make sure everything you say is true and make sure you really don't have any diseases."

"Oh well get started then i guess"

She started going through the process. It had begun.

My first memory was when my parents were teaching me how to ride a bike. I was trying so hard to get it but i just couldn't get the hang of it. Then out of no where i got mad and then started to ride the bike. My parents were really happy and were jumping up and down cheering me on.

My second memory was when i first learned how to shoot with my dad. He was right there with the gun teaching me how to reload it and shoot it. When I first started i was getting down on myself because I wasn't ver good. And i wasnt at leas trot until about the 8th time going to the shooting range was i actually started getting good.

My third memory was when i was out hunting with my dad for deer. I was at our base where we would hang the bucks once we shot them. I remember hearing a rustling in the woods and hushing my dad and his mate. I peeked around the corner and i aimed. And pulled the trigger. I shot it right in the rib cage causing the deer to fall. I went over by it and shot it again killing it instantly. I was so happy.

The last memory that i had to endure was when my sister heard a person in the woods we were running away from whatever it was and she tripped and fell over. She told me to keep going and i told her i wasn't leaving without her. She then said to me that i need to kill her. I thought she was going insane. She kept persisting that I should slit her throat. The noise of the person coming was getting louder and louder. So in result i slit her throat while she was in my arms. Then i ran of.

I had suddenly awoken realizing that it really wasnt a dream.