𝐈. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦

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Chapter One
' You Or Them '

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━━SURVIVE.

I needed to survive in this world that had gone to shit so quickly because of the others.

I could no longer be that girl that was scared of snakes nor bugs.

Without a doubt I had to be the one who would be able to fight anything that tried to cross me.

I had to be the one to survive this world. For my parents and my sister. For my friends and for myself.

As the loneliness settled in—I grew colder and didn't think twice about pressing the trigger or the gun that had once killed my father.

The old me hates the killer that I have become with a passion. But that Ava was dead—Irrelevant and a damn cry baby.

The new me actually liked to kill because it meant I would live to see another day.


I don't know how long I've been running. It felt like I've been running for my life for hours.

Every muscle in my body burned with exhaustion and I wanted to stop running but I couldn't unless I wished to die.

It's either you or them Ava, Kill them.

I spun around a tree as bullets swirled past me—my back hitting the rough surface as I pulled out my two pistols from the back of my jeans.

I held my breath upon hearing them getting closer and that's when I walked out from my hiding space and started shooting at them.

It's either you or them. YOU OR THEM.

As the last bullet hit the last one in the neck my knees gave out as he dropped to the ground—unmoving and dead.

My heart was pounding and my lungs were aching as I tried to catch my breath.

I glanced around the bodies of the others that were following me. Blood pooled around their dead bodies and it satisfied me beyond repair.

My left hand lifts up as I feel something wet but hot run down my shoulder.

Water? Rain?

I then feel the excruciating pain a bullet that had made it's home into my shoulder and I let out a hiss.

Inhaling sharply—I lift my dirty shirt and ripped the end of it with my teeth.

A loud cry leaves my lips when more blood pours out from my wound as I pressed the piece of fabric onto it.

𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 - Ben ParishWhere stories live. Discover now