PROLOGUE
Her blood starts to drip-off down to the cold ground. Blood coming from her fresh bullet wound. Blood continues to spurt out from its source.
Violet took over the scene and shot a bullet straight into that backstabbing bitch's heart. Then she repeatedly gave Steve stabwounds using her machete. Violet, there is something wrong with her. Her eyes. They look different. It seems that they were filled with deep emotions.
Isn't she used to this? She is an experienced killer, right? Why would she feel pitty for this? Russel thought.
Blade pulled Violet away from Steve's corpse. Duff pinked Steve's head with his bowie knife to prevent him from re-animating.
"I am not fucking done with him! Let go!" Violet struggles through Blades' tight arms.
"It's done. He's dead." Russel said.
"What about this girl? What are we going to do with her?" Joanna asked unintentionally.
"We struggled. All of us. We struggled just to get where we are right now. We struggled to find you! And this is what will happen? Only if we knew. Only if we knew." Russel said while looking at the ceiling to prevent tears from falling.
"I'm so sorry." Candice cried while holding down the corpse of her own blood.
"Tears won't bring her back."
Candice stood up and hugged Russel. " We are leaving right now. Without you." Russel said.
"No! Please. Why?" Candice hugged his man harder.
"We are leaving no one." Violet murmured.
"Except her." Joanna answered.
"No." Violet insisted.
"Then why not?"
"Because..."
"Because why? You feel pitty for her? After all that she had put us in to?"
"No!" everyone was silenced for that moment. "We will not leave her behind because she ...."
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Dead Inside
General FictionWe will be at our worst when the damnation arrives but every person who's at their worst has their own story. This is mine.
