The Silence That Follows

Chapter 6

I clench my hands. Was I dealing with someone who was... mentally unstable?

"I think you're mistaken", I reply. "No I am not wrong. See honey, you are a bit cukoo, you can't even remember your own mother. You need help and I know where we can find it", she said with a glint of hope in her eyes. I shuddered, because this was taking a turn for the worst.

She continued, "Help is out of state, but we can pass the time." Now, I had to look away from her face, there was such raw emotion there. Like she had found her long lost daughter and wanted to braid her hair or play a board game.

"We can sing roadtrip songs and I can finally be a mother." She said finally like she hadn't seen me for months, maybe even years. I felt horrible in a way, because I couldn't be her real daughter. This woman's heart would break all over again and she might get more unstable by talking herself out of the fact I wasn't her daughter.

Things have to be done though. "I'm not your daughter. I am someone else's daughter. A horrible mother's daughter. Not a wonderful mother's daughter." I decide to sweeten this sour conversation a bit.

"I know that I am not your daughter, so please just let me go. And let me pick my knife up,"I say with a calm, gentle tone. "Can I ask you a question dear?", she replies, as if oblivious to what I just said. "Sure", I say. I say it like a question though. "Have you heard of hybrids?", she says. I think and think and I can't remember ever hearing that.

"No, I've never heard of that", I say, very sure of myself. I look up and she opens her mouth. "You haven't? They are half and half of two things. For example a bird and a snake. The bird will have qualities of flying and the snake will have possibly a quality of poison,"she says.

"Now put the two together and you get a hybrid", she continues. I understand now, but not where she's going with this. "They will cure you of your problems and make you a hybrid,"she replies. Now I speak, "How would that be possible?" I don't really know why I'm asking her, she has the problems, but when she said all this stuff she sounded sane.

"It will be a test, for it has never worked, but I trust you will turn out fine. It hasn't worked with a snake and a bird either, for that was just an example. You will be a mix between a zombie and a human." I stare at her openmouthed and then close it. I crouch, pick up my knife, and run for the trees. She wouldn't dare shoot her "daughter".

I hear her yell behind me, but I don't turn. I don't want to see her face again and I don't want to see the people capable of making hybrids. Why would they do that? Why would they make more of the enemy?

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Enjoy the music at the top. It actually fits the story. Also, everyone might think, hybrids? This is a fantasy story? No, this isn't a fantasy story. Making hybrids is actually possible, so yeah. Anyways I made this chapter a bit longer, because usually my chapters are short. I don't own the music at the beginning of the chapter and it is a song from The Walking Dead Game.

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