One Survivor

38 'So what if I shoot?'

Ava slowly came to her senses, opening her eyes slightly and trying to move, only realizing her wrists were bound to the side of the bed with rope. "Freya?" she groaned just as the door opened, Freya walked in holding a cup of water in her hand.

"You're really fuckin' stupid, you know?" she sat down next to Ava and glared at her.

Ava let out a sigh when she sat up, "I needed someone to know" she told her, "My blood, it kills both them and their stupid infection" she sat back down.

"So you're immune" Freya folded her arms over her chest.

"Unfortunately" Ava mumbled.

Freya gave her a confused look, "Why unfortunately?" she raised a brow and leaned closer to the woman lying in front of her.

"Why me? I never asked to be like this, and I know I sound ungrateful but why couldn't it have been Lucas or Justin or Edward" she felt small tears prickling at her eyes but swallowed them down.

Freya smiled briefly, "I know. But I also know that you can live Ava, you are unique, and you need to get your shit together. I'm truly sorry about what happened to your family but—" she stopped and stood up, "Get over what happened and focus on staying alive" she told her, untying the ropes, and walking away.

Ava grunted when she stood up and held her wrist, "She's right" she muttered to herself. She grabbed the grey shit left on the back of the chair and put it on, she groaned when she walked, remembering the injury on her leg.

She grabbed the knife and the holder, buckling it up round her waist, walking out of the room and meeting Freya and her son.

"I have to go. I'm sorry. Thanks—thank you, for everything" she nodded at them.

Frey gave her a sympathetic smile, "You sure you don't want to stay? It's good to be around people" she pulled her in for a hug and Ava stood still, giving her an awkward pat on the back before pulling away.

"Every time I have people around they end up dying, so" she looked to the door just as Freya handed her a bag.

"Food, water, extra weapons, map" she told her and handed it to Ava.

Ava gladly took the bag and threw it over her shoulder, "Thank you" she said one last time, heading for the door and closing it behind her. She walked out of the garden and toward the gate. It was night so she was lucky that no one was out and staring at her. She was afraid of the question they'd ask.

She opened the gate and slipped out, pulling out her knife and taking a deep breath, hearing all the voices in her head:

Let me go, baby

You seem to care about Ed a lot

I love you, Ava

Like a builder

I love you, Small

She closed her eyes briefly before walking down the road, "For them" she whispered.

Ava stabbed a DR in the head, ducking down when another threw a punch her way, she gripped it by the arm and threw it over her shoulder before stomping on its head. She grunted and turned around just in time to be tackled to the ground by another. She reached for her knife, but it was too far form her, she tried to think of other ways but initially went for the worst option.

She spotted a sharp end of a root sticking out of the ground and made a cut in the palm of her hand, groaning in pain while the DR's started getting closer and closer to hers. She took a deep breath before shoving the palm of her hand on the DR's lips, seeing it try to bite into it only seconds later did it begin to burn.

She let out a deep sigh and kicked it off her, finally able to get leverage, she reached of her knife and rolled on her side, slamming it into the corpses head.

She huffed, "Jesus" she sighed and stood up, picking up her bag and continuing her journey. She'd be on her own for a few weeks now and it was awful, every night she'd hear everyone's voices in her head. She couldn't sleep, there fore she was tired, therefore her fighting was sloppy, there she might end up dead. She had start to adjust to the fact that the only way for her to die is if she get's ton apart or shot. Bites can't kill her, but boy does it burn.

Ava tore the bottom of her grey vest and wrapped the piece of cloth around the palm of her hand to stop the bleeding until she finds somewhere she can use the correct pharmaceuticals to patch herself up properly.

She climbed up a hill and held her side, her curly brown hair was tied in a high ponytail with small strand of hair dangling down the side of her face. She had found some new jeans that fit her and like any other pair they were ripped, she had a black long-sleeved shirt tied round her waist for the night when it gets cold. Blood was scattered across her face and neck, most of it was on her hands, though.

She looked into the darkness and saw a quick glimpseof a light flashing then shutting off immediately, almost as if it were anaccident and they didn't want to be found. Ava smiled to herself before lookingdown at the edge of the hill and jumping, sliding down the edge and smirking to herself.