slaugh′ter·er
/slô′tər/
1; The killing of a large number of people; a massacre
2; To kill in a violent or brutal manner.
3; What Ava is in order to survive.
She was many things before the other's came. But she had to change for the better or worse...
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━━I wasn't sick anymore—so wasn't my father. We quickly recovered after we escaped quarantine a few weeks ago—due to me dying and coming back to life.
Like I believe that shit.
It was just me and dad now hiding out deep in the woods away from everybody because the others were now among us.
Expect...they looked like regular people and could be anybody and everybody.
"Ava." My dads voice stirred me awake as he shoved me.
"Hmm?" I groaned—turned and sat up from the sleeping bed to look up at him.
"It's the fucking others!"
My eyes widened it was so foreign to hear my dad cruse. Words like that never left his mouth.
"What?" I ask quickly reaching for my flashlight.
"they're here—we need to leave." He whispered and I quickly started packing my stuff.
I slipped on my boots and pulled my hair into a ponytail before grabbing my bag and gun my dad gave me.
Nevertheless—I didn't know how to use it but it gave me a threatening look that screamed ' Back the fuck off or I'll shoot you '
My dad grabbed my arm as branches cracking filled the silent woods.
We stilled glancing back before he tugged me and started running—pulling me along.
This was the easiest thing I could do.
Run.
I was in track for three years before I got into smoking pot.
Or as my mom called it the devils green plant.
A shot sounded through the forest and down onto one leg came my father—groaning as he held on to his now bleeding leg.
"DAD!" I shouted—reaching down to pull him up.
He limped against me once I mastered even strength to pull him up and we continued to flee.
Out of nowhere I was sent flying across the air—a scream ripping through my throat as I landed on the ground hard—the gun landing a few feet away from me.
I blinked a few times as my vision blurred—a aching pain throbbing on my abdomen.
I rolled onto my chest and started crawling towards my gun. Hearing voices surrounded us from inside the dark.
Patting the ground I wrap my hands around the handle twisted onto my back and just pressed the trigger when I saw the shadows of unknown people.
And then everything went black.
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I groaned as my eyes fluttered opened. The sun blinded my sight as I rolled onto my back.
My back hurt—my side ached like hell—and my head was pounding like crazy from the impact I took yesterday night.
I gasped as I looked around—standing up on my fight to get a better look.
There was four people laying on the ground lifeless.
One of them was my father.
I killed him.
I ran towards him. My lip trembling before I fell onto my knees.
I opened my mouth and screamed like hell for hours.
I knew I would be dead if I didn't kill myself then and there so I did.
That was the 4th wave.
The others were here and were going to kill us all.
