Apocalyptic

One

"Shoot her."

Tears were flowing down my cheeks, to my jawline. I was whimpering, my body shaking as i tried to hold in my emotions that i always kept bottled up. I held my trusty gun, a good ol' Glock 21, ive had it since i was 12 and it still hadn't broken in pieces. My finger, barely touching the trigger, was making my gun shake to my next victim.

Ok, my team isn't the kind of team that goes killing everyone they see, we allow you in our "family" if you have lots of supplies, but people come and go, sadly.

My gun pointed to my best friend, Kandra, who held her neck with her hand, applying pressure to her bite wound to reduce bleeding. We know that shit wont work, shes gonna turn. Her chocolaty skin turned pale and started to crackle fast, her hair, black and curly, full of life, started to shed off of her, her eyes yellowed and her hearing went from good to, well, shit. We noticed when she had trouble with her vision and that she was also hiding her neck. According to her, she had been bit for a good 3 hours.

"Pharah, shoot her!" Joseph said again. He stood a tall at a frightening 6'7" and was a pure Brazillian, born in Brazil, then moved to Florida in this small Portuguese community (the people there made no sense according to him because they were Portuguese from Portugal) and lived there for a long time, which kept his ability to speak Portuguese. Innapropriate for a 16 year old to think, but he looked like a sex god, muscles that fit right with his height, black wavy hair that was extremely choppy and went to his chin and brown eyes that starred deep in your soul.

"Im trying to do that Joe!" I said, my gun shaking violently, i looked into my friend's eyes, black and full of pain and torture from her cells being destroyed.

"Hurry the fuck up Pharah!" Kandra said, crying. She stood in the corner of a wooden shed, that held our food, water and medicine. It had aged a little, but it was connected to a beach house, which had a pool that we cleaned every few days for us to bathe in. Our house could hold enough people, and with enough matches, Crisco and wood, we could make heat and light, but that heat would kill us since it was always boiling down here in Florida.

"Oh for fucks sakes." said Emma, ripping the gun out of my hand. She had fire red hair and tan skin, and stood at 5'8" and was the young age of 27. You could see some of her deepest cuts on her thighs that left the nastiest scars that she did to herself with her dad's razor blades. Pretty much, being a red head caused a lot of bullying, but she dint cut much, when she did, it was just one deep, long slit. She pointed the gun to Kandra, who looked dead but wasent and stared deep into her eyes.

"Last words?" Emma asked, still staring at Kandra.

"Tell my mom, if you ever see her, that she raised me right and that i love her." Kandra said, on the verge of being fully transformed.

"Bullshit." Emma said, shooting Kandra multiple times.

"EMMA STOP!" I screamed, full on crying, ready to charge at Emma, but got held down by Joseph. "KANDRA!" I managed to free myself from Joseph's grip and ran to Emma. I threw my fist to her face and ran to where Kandra was lying, now dead.

"Kandra?" I said. I kneeled down to her and held her head in my hands. I felt a warm tear flow across my cheek, to my jaw line and saw it land on her face. Her eyes were fluttered open, with three bullets in her head. I close her eyes, gently, crying without making any sound, and laid her head on the ground. I turned to face Emma, rage filling me.

"Emma, that was overkill. You never overkill, two bullets is enough." I walked up to her and looked up at her, I, sadly, stood a short five foot, making this little lonely world smaller.

"Who gives? Not me." Emma said. She shoved me to the side and walked up to Kandra, and started mumbling words. "Eight... Nine... Ten. Wow! Ten bullets in her fucking body!" She pointed directly to Kandra's heart with my gun, and shot there."Make that eleven." She handed me my gun and walked away, into our house.

I turned around to see Michael and Ray walked out of our shed. Michael was black, he was a short 5'7" and was around 32 years old with a not so built body, quite skinny actually. Emma told me that he was gay, but i dint care, he was still the sweetest person i had ever met. Michael came from England and moved to California at the age of 3. He used to have an accent, but it faded away with time. During the apocalypse, he drove and walked over to Florida. Ray, on the other hand, was white and stood 5'10". He was born in Florida and went to a boarding school, had a very prestigious life until now. The 50 year old lost everything in under 2 years, during the apocalypse. The both of them stood next to me, making a small prayer to Kendra.

"...And may Lord guide you to your new journey. Amen." Michael said, he knelt down to Kandra's body and put both of his hands on her left arm, while Ray kept praying, sadness invading our space. He got back up and looked straight into Joseph's eyes. "I count eleven bullet holes. Eleven. Joe, that's overkill, this isn't acceptable." Michael said.

"I would've stopped her, but we all know what she can do with a gun." Joe said. I remember that day, Emma had shot a guy thirty two times and stuck branches in his eye sockets.

"Shes waisting the bullets, bullying us, overly controlling us, i cant take this shit anymore." Ray said, looking at the window in our little home, that showed us a sleeping Emma."We have to do something."

"We've tried telling her, it just makes her more violent." I said, thumbling with my thumbs, that were perfectly tanned. Most of the time, we wore bikinis because of the heat, so we always tanned. Kandra, seven years older than me, told me i was born with dark brown hair, which faded into a dirty blonde.

"You know what, lets just leave this station, ill go find a few more places and ask if we could join all us four." Michael said, looking at one of the bullets inside of Kandra.

"We cant leave." Joe said. He walked over to a boulder near him and sat on it. "Its forbidden to switch right now, the military is forcing us to stay inside due to all of the tests."

The tests. It was a quite haunting day, it was three months ago. Two soldiers and a doctor stormed in our house and ordered us to show the inner part of your left arm. They then stuffed needles, a bunch of them, to pull out some blood cells, muscles cells, bone cells and any other cell you could think of that was accessible to your inner left arm. They left some bad scars, due to the needles being three millimetres thick. We all cried, heck, it hurt so fucking bad and i can guarantee you that i could hear our neighbours three year old survivor screaming during the whole night. Either way, they wanted to test out some antibiotics to see if they could have a cure.

"Well, fuck me." Ray said, sitting on the grass indian style.

"God, if only Emma got infected." Michael said, grabbing the nearest chair and dropping himself on it.

"Soon." I said, finding a sturdy log and plopping on it. "Soon, when we are given the opportunity to leave, we'll run away as fast as possible." I said, looking at Kandra, seeing her sleep peacefully.

I wonder how it is to be bitten, to bad no one gave me a brief explanation on what its like to get your brain cells go haywire.