Mercy | A New Beginning [Finished]

Meet Mercy and Grayden. Siblings who have grown up under an abusive father, no mother, and a deep-seated mutual dislike and mistrust for the world. With the skills learned from years of sneaking about, becoming undetectable by their father, the two are now forced to turn to each other.

Because when the undead rise and the apocalypse unfolds, who else can be trusted?

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Excerpt

One good blue eye still clings to the skull, a few muscle strands holding it in place. The other fell out some time ago. It looks like they were in a fire of some sort before they turned. The burnt half of their face - with the missing eye - reveals the skull. There are cracks along the cheek bone that make me think they got whacked in the face.

The zombie groans, coming closer to me, its feet dragging along the ground as it shuffles forward. One arm, half rotted it's been dead so long, is useless. The other arm stretches forward, the thing reaching for food.

Said food being me.

I bring up my baseball bat, heart pounding. Grayden is nowhere to be seen. 'It's dead,' I tell myself. 'It's not murder.'

The one blue eye stares at me, so human. Glazed over, like they're in a trance. A human eye, belonging to a person who had a life.

'How do I kill a human being?'