The END

The Struggle

It was all my fault that these people were in this predicament. I should've known that Jackson is an idiot. Probably should've killed him already. I wanted to feel bad for Sasha, Chelsea, Anthony, Carlos, and everyone else. I really wanted to. It was like the pain was knocking on the door of my heart, trying to get me to let it in and feel like a human being again. I almost felt bad. I felt sort of bad, but then again it was all for Jessa, so I banished my feelings. As if I was a good person. That isn't and wasn't ever  my goal. I stopped my feelings for compassion and sympathy a long time ago. There was no choice either. It was either that and protect Jessa or get caught in unneccessary situtuations in which compassion for someone getting chased by a mob of zombies would kill us. Obiously, I'm not about to get killed for that. As I led them to Walmart, I had to remember what and why I doing certian things. "I am doing this for Jessa." I kept whispering under my breath.

One can only imagine how awkward, silent, and the feelings hanging above our group felt like on our way back to Walmart.  It gave me a new definiton of awkward to put in my memory. Not even bumping into someone and continuing to talk bad about them right in their face could top this awkwardness. It got even worse when Dred introduced himself and completly humiliated Anthony. A pang of guilt accually managed to break past the barrier and into my stone cold heart. Anthony was punched until, well blood was everywhere but thankfully he was still breathing. It seemed like a common thing to show who is alpha because no one, not even the women at Walmart so much as flinched when all this went down. Then to top off the awkward train, all the girls were crammed into my dressing room, which was the handicap one. Hope they don't try to kill me in my sleep. Life is literally such a struggle.

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"Hey!" I felt the slap before I heard the whisper. However, there was one thing that one never does to me while Im sleeping is wake me up. Don't get me wrong either, I am a morning person, but I turn into Godzilla when someone wakes me up before its time for me to get. Example, my.......Dad.... coming into my room three minutes before my alarm went off. I HAD THREE MINUTES TO SLEEP AND I WAS AWOKEN UNNCESSISARILY. Don't wake me up!!! 

I kept my eyes shut and refused to respond to probably Sasha slapping me. I got slapped again. I am ready to start shooting freakin lightning bolts out of my mouth on these chicks. Before the last slap could hit my cheek, I grabbed her wrist and jumped out of my bed on top of her. Whoever her was. It pitch black in my, I mean our, room. "What could you possible want?" I hissed. 

I had her pinned down and on the ground. After a few moments she still hadn't spoken. "You have three seconds  to tell me what you want or I'm going to start puncing you in your freaking face." I whispered. Aren't I nice and peacefull? "Get off me." Her voice ordered. I was so tired that I couldn't even place her voice. "No. You freaking woke me up and slapped me. So you answer me first and I'll think about getting up later." I said. She sighed. "I just wanted to tell you that I don't hold you responsible. I don't blame you Ash." She said. Realizing that she could've told me tomorrow and not waken me up in the middle of the night made me angrier than I already was. So to picture that, just imagine Godzilla destroying the world while volcanoes shoot lava into the sky and set all the food on earth on fire if its not already melting. 

So, like the rational, level headed person I am, I voiced my opinion and then closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. I could literally not give one about what this girl thought. The door to the dressing room flew open. "Wake up! Dred's got a job for all of you!" Jackson cheerfully, that's right cheerfully, sang. Sang, like a dork from high school musical. "Shut the heck up Jackson!" I yelled at him. It's the freaking alarm clock thing happening all over again. "Wow, someone's fiesty today." He jeered. The jokes on him if he's trying to provoke me cause I have no sense of logic when I am faced in these kinds of situations. I laid back down and pulled the covers back over my head. Jackson then preceeded to take them off. I jumped out of bed and sucker punched him in the face. He fell like a sack of flower and with scared eyes looking at me I gave a small bow and went back to sleep.

Sorry for not updating. things came up every single time i tried to write the next chapter so here you go even though its short. I'll probably have more later