Just posting this here because I'm currently on my dad's computer.
I threw up the first time I killed one of them. It wasn't until after Bill came over, spat on the corpse, and said it was either it or me that I started to feel better. My heartbeat was ringing in my ears and my trigger finger felt twitchy. I slowly removed it from the trigger and turned to follow BIll. He was the only living person I'd seen in a few days. I had left my school dorm to hang out with my boyfriend at that bar on the corner when hell spilled over on earth. Jason managed to get me to a safe house with a few other people, but after him and another lady's husband left to find help I never saw him again. I saw what the grief did to the woman and I didn't want that to be me. I think her name was Susan, but it could have been Margaret for all I remember nowadays. I remember the smell of my favorite perfume and the feeling of coming home, but not much else anymore. Now my thoughts are filled with listening intently to closed doors and open hallways, of watching the back of the person in front of me, of not thinking of them as humans, but as monsters intent on taking my life.
Bill was a godsend. More of the people left the day after Jason, and Susan; or Margaret, or whatever, ran out of the safe house after her long lost husband, I acquired the handgun she had left behind, stupid bitch, and tried to think what I could do next. I couldn't count on Jason coming back to me. One look at the walls of the safe house proves that. I was preparing myself to leave the safe house as well, I was the only one left, when Bill tore ass into the room and locked the door behind him.
"Got any fucking ammo?" He yelled in my direction, not really looking at me.
"Yeah," I said softly back and stood to hand him some of the ammunition that was left behind for me. He looked a little surprised at first to see me, a woman, but after looking me once over, gun in hand, he nodded approvingly.
"Bill." He said, holding out a gnarled hand to me.
"Zoey," I replied, and shook it.
"You ever shoot that thing?" He asked next.
"Not this one in particular, but yes."
"Good enough for me, Girlie. You want out of this hellhole?"
"More than anything."
"Follow me close."
We left then, it was no real use to stay and the writing all over the wall was making me depressed. I took everything that I had packed together in preparation for leaving and followed Bill through the door. I didn't blink once at the thought that Jason may come back, he was already dead to me.
We came across Louis a couple days after leaving my safe house. He was running ahead of a few infected and we were safely on the roof of a nearby building. Bill and I each aimed at one of the infected and shot them both before Louis saw us and ran straight to where we were. After helping him up and catching our breaths, Louis introduced himself and thanked us for helping. Bill, being the soldier that he was, verified that Louis had some measure of protection, simply for the fact that we had a few extra weapons but conservation is key. Louis pulled out a nearly empty Sub-Machine gun as proof and Bill was satisifed. I was curious where he had holed up.
"Near my office was a safe building. It was overrun this morning with infected...I...I couldn't save anyone else." He looked like he was breaking down. I reached out and touched his hand to try and comfort him. He started a little at the initial touch, but looked grateful at the gesture.
"You want out of this hellhole?" I asked. Bill smirked.
"Fuck yes," Louis replied.