Legacy (Book #2 of the Survival Series)

Chapter Nine

*Juli's P.O.V*

Brady shut the door and left me in the dark. I pulled my knees to my chest as Fay's screams and sobs began to get louder. Why would they do this to me? I haven't done anything to deserve this. Fay's screams were interrupted by a voice.

"Oh shut up." Brady snapped. "Nobody's hurt."

"Are you serious?" She screamed back. "You shot him!"

"So?" Brady asked.

"He did nothing! It was me! This will destroy Juli-" She screamed then stopped. "That's what it was. A punishment for your sister."

"You're delusional." Brady laughed.

"She'll kill you." Fay screamed. "She'll kill you when she gets ahold of you!"

"That may be true," Brady answered. "Or would be."

"Would be?" Fay asked, her voice losing volume.

"She would kill me," Brady laughed. "If she was able to."

"What do you mean?" Fay screamed. "What have you done to her?"

"She's no longer one of you." Brady's sick laugh echoed.

"I'll kill you!" Fay yelled. "We'll kill you."

"I can't wait to see what you can do." Brady laughed. "For your outburst, I think we'll leave him to die to."

"You can't do that!" Fay yelled.

"Watch me." And the door shut. I wanted to scream out, tell her I was okay, but I couldn't move. Someone on the other side of that wall is going to die, because of me.

I sat in silence. Falling in and out of consciousness, listening to Fay's whispers and sobs. Telling them it would be okay. But she knew it wouldn't. I sat up and looked around. Maybe I could end this now. I can get us out. I propped myself up, my hands still bound behind my back. My legs were achey. I haven't walked in who knows how long. My legs wee wobbly at first but I eventually gained the control needed to stand. With my back against the wall I slowly walked around the room. Looking for something, anything that could help me. On the ground sat a piece of glass, it looked sharp enough. I sat down and turned my back and grabbed it, skimming my finger against the rough edge. I knew if I cut my skin open I would be infected, and if not, the walkers would surely come.

Carefully, yet fast I cut the bind that held my hands. I placed the glass on the ground and rubbed my wrists. I had succeeded in getting burns. Which hurt when. I moved my wrists. I looked around and saw a door, a slowly got up and walked over and tapped on it. No sound came so, I opened it. A stench, so awful and gut wrenching erupted into the room. A hand emerged and grabbed my wrist. Great. I stumbled back and two Walkers stumbled out. Every time, I tell you, every time I'm in trouble I'm defenseless.

I looked around and remembered seeing wood in the corner. I limped over and grabbed a plank and turned around to come face to face with a very unattractive walker.

"Back off." I whispered as my plank made contact and blood spewed and the body fell. The other looked up at me, and turned and started in the other direction. "Oh no you don't." I said grabbing its collar and pulling it to the floor, stomping on its head with my boots.

I walked over to the closet and saw a skeleton pile and shivered. My family has become even more deranged. There were clothes, none I wanted but behind them, that's what I wanted.

"You're still not as smart Brady." I smiled as I grabbed the boxes and waited. I was getting out of here alive, and Brady wasn't.