Dead End

Living? Or dead?

You probably don't know I killed what I though was a girl I knew. I'm not crazy. I'm well what some people call normal. I didn't choose to become a killer the world has became killers. I know I babble but I don't really have anyone to talk to. No living people can see me right now. Only the dead see me.

Call me crazy, I don't care. I'm only doing what a bunch of people are doing, fighting to the death. Every now and then I'll see lights but I just say I'm hallucinating without any food and water.

As I'm walking down the street I see a bright red light, so being me I decide to check it out. I walk up to the entrance and a group of people walk out. "Can we help you miss?" Said a man I guess is the leader. I don't know who he is or what he may be capable of but I really need some rest and something to eat. "Do you possibly have room for me? I've been walking for miles and haven't seen safety." I said practically pleading. He just looked at me up and down. "Name?" the guy said. Is he actually going to let me in with them? "it's Brianna, Brianna Jacobs." I said barely able to let the word escape my mouth. "well Brianna how old are you? 17? 18?" He said. Why am I being asked so many questions? "I'm 17."

He asked me a ton of questions. So many I thought about shooting his head off.

He walked me to a apartment like room. "Here is where you will be staying. I will have someone come and see how trained you are and if you need it you will be trained. Got it?" he said. "Yeah." I said. He looked at me for a minute and said "good get dressed!"