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Lost Cause

"You are going to work as bait." Dred had told me.

Those simple words brought both extreme fear and little pleasure. On one hand, I know I'll have a twenty-five percent chance of survival. On the other hand, I can make kills.

"If you can clear a quarter of the city of zombies, than you can get your sister back. This is the new deal." He continued. I looked him I'm the eyes and nodded.

"Your new job starts now." He told me his eyes boring holes in mine.

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I carried my faithful ax down an almost empty street. Eyes looked my way, or rather empty eye sockets gazed hungrily at my delishous figure walking down the street. Their hungry growls didn't even make me bat an eyelash. The monsters charged at me, and I at them. My job, my curse, complelled me to kill these things. The scalp of graying hair flew off one of the starving zombies and blood splatered the cracking concrete of the city as I swung my ax. Thier blood stained mouths opened and released unhuman noises. A wicked smile curled up on my lips and I couldn't help but feel excited about taking out more monsters. My smile quickly faded away when I remebered that I wasn't doing this by choice. I slashed at two more stumbling zombies, their skin hanging loosely off their faces. Only thier once floral shirts showed that they used to be human. I chopped into their necks and their heads went flying. More zombies began to show up. I continued to hack and slaughter the zombies. As one distorted face dissapeard another more terrible filled its space. In that moment, I was glad that I didn't have Jessa with me. I didn't want her to be in this situation, but then again this situation probably would have never happened if, well a lot of things didn't take place. A zombie from behind me caught me off guard and bit into my jacket. I yelled and swirled with my axe, effectively beheading the unlucky thing. 

After a few more hours of walking and killing, I had cleared out a whole city block. "Good job, Ash!" A voice called out from the rooftops. I turned and looked up to see Jackson, a guy my age who works with Dred and the group. Jackson thinks that he's my boss. He thinks he can boss me around just because I'm basically a prisoner. "Save it for someone who cares!" I yelled back up at him. I can't see details from far away but I knew for certian that he was smirking. A stragler came running out of the shadows of an ally way. I turned around and started from the top of its bloodied head to its rotting ribcage. I yanked my ax out with a crunch and insides began to spill out. Jacksom made his way down to me. "You did so good! I thought you were gunna die, and that I had to watch it. But you didn't." He talked barely taking a breath between words. I rolled my eyes. He was that type of kid. The kid who talks so much, that you might be able to get a word in with them, but the percentage is below zero. "Shut up Jackie." I shouted. He looked at me like he was hurt and then laughed. "You almost had me going! It's ok, I know you like me." He said casually swinging his gun around on its sling. "If you were mean to me, than I would find Jessa." His voice went cold. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him. "If you so much as mension my sister's name again, I will sacrifice you on the next venture out. I will watch as the zombies rip you to shreds and make a meal out of you. Then I will kill your walking corpse if it dares to rise from the ground." My voice just as cold growled. We were on our way back to the Walmart that now served as Camp Morrel. The weight of all my problems continued to add onto me as we began to get closer. 

 Jackson kept talking to me, but I ignored him. If I didn't ignore it, than I would probably have killed him. 

Just as I stepped into the building, Dred was waiting for me.  He walked slowly, knowing that I flinched each time the sound of his feet made noise on the tiled floor. "I need you to report in my office, now." He said nicely. With each word he spoke, I cringed. I clinched my fists so hard that blood began to collect on my knuckles and drip on the floor. I saw him watch the blood fall and anger built up in his eyes. 

He led the way back to his own personal room and as soon as he got me alone, he struck me. "How dare you show such hatred for me! At least pretend I'm not-"

"Dred-ful?" I finished the sentece. He tried to hit me but I caught his hand. His eyes lit up with fury. "I've had enough. I'm now transfering all your punishments to your little sister." His voice said, piercing my heart. 

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I had to watch my sister get beaten. I had to watch on the ground, unable to move as Jessa was slapped and thrown across the room. I screamed at Dred to stop, but he didn't listen. When it stopped, I had to wiggle and inch my way across the floor to my uncounsious sister. My hands were tied behind my back and I was laid on my stomach. 

Her face was swollen, and both her beautiful eyes were swollen shut. Her arms had bruises and her legs, I couldn't even look. I sobbed, choked, and cursed Dred for what he did. He pulled me off of her and picked her up. "Let me go, let me go, please just let me go." I sobbed. I couldn't think, or breath. He whispered in my ear. "Maybe next time, you'll behave." He threw me on the ground and knocked the air out of me. Another piece of my soul broke, and their wasn't much left. 

Is everthing just a lost cause?

sorry kinda a filler chapter, tell me what you think! :)