Zombies Go Boom: First Chapter.

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Blake ran down the street as the corpses ran after them, Blake ran through the door just in time for Olivia to shut the door but not until the man, Lochie, ran in. The first thing Blake thought is to find a drink, any drink he could find will work, but unfortunetly when he opened the fridge, their was nothing but moldy fruit, so Blake shut the door then walked over to the staircase.

He looked over at the man who Rolf had just saved, he didn't look good, but didn't look too bad either so Blake just ignored it and went over to the stairs, seeing Rolf and Olivia and Jason walking up the staircase.

Blake looked everywhere for toilet, trying to find somewhere he could piss, but couldn't find anything on the main floor. So Blake went up the stairs to find a bathroom. But then heard weeping coming from across the floor, He then walked over to where the sound was.

The weeping was coming from a bedroom, Blake put his ear on the wooden door trying to hear what or who was in there. He heard the boy, Rolf, talking to himself, but what caught his senses was him telling himself that he needed to find his sister.

Blake was about to walk in when he heard a step in the room, feeling that he was about to walk out, Blake moved out of the way and headed down the stairs. "So what now?"

 

[Lucian]

It was getting worse, the infection was fast in its killing ability, already feeling light headed his body was pale. Partially bloodshot eyes with faded iris' could be seen had he looked up yet he dared not lift his head. *drip drip* could be heard as he felt the nostrils of his nose to see them bleeding. Just what was this virus, wiping the blood away with his bandana he stood up weakishly on his two feet.

But nope his body had other ideas, his legs gave way to his weight making him fall back into the seat, seems he was couch bound. He shook his head before he gasped quietly whilst a bolt of pain shot out from the bite wound sending the veins and capillaries in he area jet black with the virus. He winced as he clenched his fists. He looked up and around at the people he could see...should he tell them? Would they kill him?

He dared not think of what would happen if just let himself turn with these survivors around, trying to get back up with all his might he spoke with a raspy voice wheezing slightly "N-Need...Air" he spoke with a weak and sunken face. The blood in his body already loosing its life giving qualities....guess the guys at school were right...maybe he was good for nothing?

 

[Minx]

derek dropped his rifle and took off his tactical Kevlar vest and helmet, including the face mask and polarized goggles. And tucked it in the corner of the living room. He then did the same with his backpack except he began to rummage through it, and took out a box of granola bars and a large canteen of water and placed it on the floor of the living room 'if anyone wants some take it...got water and granola..." he looked back, all he was wearing now was a tan t-shirt and his digital urban camo pants and combat boots, exposing his well built arms, with his buzz cut hair. He wasn't so agreeing with coming to this building...but he wasn't going to just abandon this group, not yet to be honest.

His eyes turned to pale looking one...He looked grim. "hey...you look like shit bro" his eyes adjusted to the dark... He did not look good at all "okay you really look like shit" derek went to his side and observed him. "your..." he froze.​

 

[MonarchFrost]

Asher paced around leisurely and examined all of the detritus strewn about. Same as every other place. Stripped of everything useful then left to rot. It was nice enough. Sturdy if the dead came knocking. Well, if it was a reasonable number. He still couldn't believe his luck in finding this group. Everyone in it seemed pretty geared to ride out a good bit of the apocalypse. Well, except the newest 'addition'. He already knew what was happening. He had seen plenty of his crew stumbling back in with bites then turning. It would be pointless to waste supplies on him. There was no saving him. That being said, he was keen on keeping it to himself. The group was tough. A little too tough for Asher's liking. The boys he ran with before were the epitome of tough but they were stupid. A luxury that he wouldn't have with this group. Hopefully, he would take a bite out of one or two of them and thin out the numbers a little just in case anyone caught on to Asher's true self too quickly. Watching Derek out of the corner of his eye, he smirked as he knew Derek just realized too. "Here we go." He muttered to himself.

 

[Zarko Straadi]

@Aleksandar:

Weiwei:

Klaus said nothing; but then, she hadn't exactly given him an opportunity to get a word in edgewise. "They're firebombing the city, so the cordon sanitaire must have been broken. They don't have enough planes for a Dresden-style carpet-bombing, so that probably means things are bad everywhere. You've got a destination in mind, right? Why you're all on about maps and coming up here to check out the road ahead in the first place? If it's still applicable, best get going. I'm going to try to get out of the city. Good luck."

 

[Jessica]

Gradually the rope tore right after the man had decided to take watch of himself for more bomb threats. He was obviously panicking of the idea that more could be coming, and he was right, more could be coming... The remaining parts of humanity must have lost hope in anyone else being alive.. Or stopped giving a damn.. Yes, that was it. No one cared anymore. Especially not the man that believed them to be terrorists. In this world, it was now a battle to survive.. Against the infected, and humanity. Or at least.. The part of humanity that believed no one was safe. Elliot knew it first hand.. He and his sister weren't safe. Especially his sister. Which was why he had to protect her with everything he had. He fought to keep her alive and well; to keep her from becoming just like him.. And fragile sliver of humanity still within her that could break at any given moment the more she was around these creatures.

And there was one that he had to dispose of.


Blood.. Blood was everywhere.. That same... crimson puddle just mindlessly leaving the man's veins... The eldest twin had done it again.. He did it once more; Just once more! Once more to protect his sweet little sister.. The one who still held some humanity in her. He fought for it! Fought to keep her humanity intact! It was all he had left before the two became just two Elliots walking around with no one to trust but themselves. Elliot had dragged the crazy man out of the room was he was free. Into the storage room to keep Elia from seeing. And there.. And there... He stabbed the man with that shard of glass.. Stabbed him in the eye until it became nothing but mush.. Opened his throat... Stabbed his chest...Let all of it rush out of the wounds he created, listened to the gargling.. choking noises of the man.. He fought for his life.. He fought hard, but he was no match for the eldest Russian.. Even as he was stabbed, his body fought for survival, when all it really did was extend his suffering.. Such a "shame" garbage like him could no longer wander the Earth.. No longer against humanity..

He had untied his sister and led the way out of the weapons store, taking all of their belongings and even a handgun with a box of ammunition in their bags. And now, they sat huddled together in a barricaded store, nice and small, but it was the best the two of them could do. It was, however, that his sister gained his attention, a strange look in her eyes that he hadn't seen before.

"Эллиот...Вам нужно было делать то, что вы сделали с другими мужчинами, не так ли?" ((Elliot... You had to do what you did with the other men, right?)) She had asked him. Elia may be childish and naive, but she wasn't completely stupid. She had witnessed her brother pushing their mother off of the building when she became one of those things. She knew that death was a common sight to witness, but she didn't understand why people had to kill people. When humanity was pushed to the brink of extinction, wouldn't it make sense to work together?

"...То это следует делать. Он был способен знакомясь с сборищах.." ((...It had to be done. He was capable of plenty of things to hurt us..)) Elliot said in defense, earning a sigh from his little sister.

"...и не было ничего мы могли бы делать...?" ((...And there was nothing we could do about it...?))

"Он считает нас террористов. Он мог бы начали пытать нами для получения информации." ((He believed us to be terrorists.. He could have started torturing us for information.)) He said in response, though looked over to her when he heard soft weeping.

"Почему в мире бы Эллиот...? Мы не все люди с той же целью? Выживание? С тех пор эти вещи были...Весь мир уже на прошлой неделе!" ((Why does the world have to be like this Elliot...? Are we not all humans with the same goal? Survival? Ever since those things came along... The whole world has gone to shit!)) Her weepings grew harder, the eldest wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug. "Почему людей делать плохие вещи, друг с другом, если они должны помогать друг другу? Если человек хочет выжить, не должны они вместе с другими, и строить их численность?" ((Why do humans do bad things to one another when they should be helping each other? If a person wants to survive, shouldn't they team up with others and build their strength in numbers?))

"Потому, что это шанс для людей в их внутренний зла. Перед, серьезные последствия для кражи, убийства, изнасилования, и все эти мужчины пытались сделать с вами, перед тем как я перестал их. Однако в настоящее время... В этом мире нет права...Нет тюрьмы....И нет...Этот мир - это время грехов...Бог больше не слушать население Земли Bloom.. Не каждый в этот день и век, как доверие как вы думаете." ((Because this is a chance for people to let out their inner evil. Before, there has been serious consequences for stealing, murdering, raping, and anything those men tried to do to you before I stopped them. But now... In this world, there is no law... There is no prison.... And there is no justice... This world is a time for sins... God is no longer listening to the people of Earth Elia.. Not everyone in this day and age is as trusting as you think.))

 

[PureKor]

Olivia settled everything for security with Jason's help, slowly now moving to look around the room. Her eyes did caught the other guy's attention when he felt sick over the sink and the sat back down to his place. She could tell he was in dorm sort of pain, as usually Olivia got worried and walked over to him.

Just then the guy spoke faintly that he needs some air, at that moment and without any hesitations, Olivia kneeled over his body and shook him with both of her hands.

" Please hang in there.. Are you sick ? What happened to you back there? I hope they didn't shot you!"
Her voice desperate crying out for him. Suddenly, on her left hand Olivia felt something sticky, moving the jacket at his shoulder she could see blood. Very dark, sticky blood. His skin went on a pale shade and his eyes seemed different and Strange in the same time.

Her heart was now beating quicker, fearing the worst for this guy. With a gulp at her throat, Olivia dos not ask for permission, before her hand practically pulled the leather - jacket- sleeve down his arm.
Blood covered his shoulder, along with his collarbone. Her eyes widen in terror as her worst fear has just come to life.
He has been bitten. Shit.

" Oh.. Shit! This is not good at all. Stay here and don't move." Her voice whispering closer to his ear.
Then, Olivia ripped her long sleeve, the best way she could and sat next to him, now putting the material over his wound and adding pressure with her fingers.

" You will get over this.. You have to. Maybe, it's not that bad, you know?" Her voice slightly shaking, allowing her eyes to look at the pale skinned boy before her eyes.
Deep down she knew he won't make it, the wound looked very deep and it will be a matter of time before he .. Will be One of Them.
How the fuck this happened?

@Lucian

 

[Andy]

Jason had hardly noticed the one guy that had been getting sicker and sicker my the minute. He had been to busy focusing on keeping the damn walkers OUT that he hadn't noticed that they technically let one of them IN with them. He looked over at Olivia when he heard her voice rise to a state of almost panic. He hurried over and it didn't take long for him to see why. The guy was bit. How long ago he could only guess but by looking at him he knew it wouldn't take long for him to turn. When Olivia started speaking nonsense about saving the guy he only gave her a look of pity. The only thing they could do for him was put him out of his misery before he turned there was no saving a bite victim. He kneeled down beside Olivia and set his hand on her shoulder. When he spoke he spoke to her as much as he did the poor bastard that had been bitten "..There is no saving a bite victim..we all know that..I know it first hand I saw my parents turn right in front of me it won't be long now before he turns as well.." With each word a pang of guilt ran through his heart. He didn't want to give up on this man. He wanted to help him, wanted to believe that there was a cure. They all knew that there wasn't a cure though..except for a bullet through the brain.

 

[Jakers]

Noticing the commotion as he slowly turned his head, Rolf... had noticed that the man he rescued on the street seemed a little pale. He was just a little sick... or so Rolf thought. Slowly and with a somewhat shy approach, he joined the others, looking over the man with concerned eyes behind his fencing mask as he listened to what was going on. He was... bitten? There was no way the man could have been bitten, he... he...

But then Rolf saw the bite. Big. Broad. Oozing blood, and clearly making the poor man sick and unwell. There was no way - no way...! But it was there. The death sentence - a zombie bite.

IDIOT! Rolf seethed in his head, his fist curling up in a ball beside him due to frustration at his own stupidity. How had he missed the fact the man was bitten?! Rolf could have given the group warning... done things to help; made what remained of the man's life as painless as possible. But now.. he looked awful. He must have been going through all sorts of stress, pain... damn it! Damn it! If only Rolf had spotted that bite - he blamed himself completely for this.

Throwing off his fencing mask to get a closer look, Rolf approached the man and examined him for a few seconds, breathing heavily. There was no denying the truth. Turning away with a deep breath, Rolf's face winced as he fought back tears. He... he cared for his family more and all, but these were still real, breathing people he was with. And for all this time, surely that man knew he was eventually going to die?

"F-fuck...!" Rolf choked, wiping his pale, sandy-blonde hair hidden face with the side of his arm with his back turned to the rest, clearly feeling awful for not noticing the bite. Rolf took a few deep breaths as he heard the others talk around him. They were right, but... considering the man had little left to live off... surely there had to be something, anything they could do?

No. What was there to do? Zombie bites - time bombs. Welcome to the apocalypse.

In some sort of desperate attempt, showing his real, scared and young face with a mess of sandy blonde hair atop his head to all those who hadn't seen it before for the first time, Rolf's eyes were clearly welling up as he faced the group around the bitten man.

"H-how long ago was he bitten?! Surely there's something we can do on his terms... I...I'm not gonna let him turn, but we can't just sentence him to execution. It's..." Rolf's breathing steadied as he slowly looked to the floor, biting his lip hard.

"It's not right..."

 

[Lucian]

"shut...up" he spoke softly as he fell to one knee, his emotion swirling in his head like a maelstrom. Fustration, content, anger, sadness, joy, defeat, there was no end to what he felt, no words to describe the voices in his head. He slowly looked up towards olivia who had attempted to help him by putting her hand to stop the bleeding, already the veins leading up his neck towards his head and the veins leading towards he chest and heard were growing darker with a blakish crimson liquid. His right eye closest to the bite was faded and glassed over completely as his other one still had a feint tinge of colour to it. Tears began to well in his eyes before they began to run down his cheeks. Not breaking eye contact he weakly lifted his opposite hand to clasp onto her wrist and push her hand away gently "no point in sugar coating it, Jason is right..." he spoke with a tone of utter fear and defeat. He knew it just as they all did, there was no coming back from a zombie bite.

His skin pale and sunken to define every bone and muscle in his body with detail was slowly losing all its colour. The bite wound now beginning to decay slowly he had lost all feeling in his body, the opposite side still having some left due to it being further away. The tears still ran down his face as he dropped his head in shame "Im so sorry everyone...i-I was afraid...i didnt want to die out there" he spoke as he winced and clamped on to his gut. Jerking violently his cheeks filled with vomit..with a shudder he swallowed it back down, he wouldnt let himself burden them.

After a moment of silence he gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists, a surge of effort sprung from is weak muscles as he slowly attempted to stand up, almost falling over once he finally stood up. With a quivering lip he looked up and around at everyone, his other eye now glassed over and faded like the other one, it was now only a matter of minutes "kill me...dont let me turn...please" he spoke with the feeling of utter hopelessness in his heart. He watched as the defined figures became blurry and darker...fuck..."please...i want to remember your faces...im scared of the dark" he spoke as he breathed deeply. His tears falling from his cheeks to the floor as blood oozed from the bite staining his under shirt with a dark red patch to his chest.

 

[Andy]

Jason slowly looks around the rooms at all the faces that had gathered. He didn't know any of them yet already he knew that one day this could be any one of them..it could be him. He would want the same thing of any of them the last thing he would ever want is to turn and no matter what even if he had to do it himself he wouldn't let himself turn. He could only imagine the amount of pain that was going through the poor mans body as he tried to hold on to what little humanity he had left. After watching his parents turn he knew the horrors that the change would cause upon this man if they didn't end it soon. He looked to the side and saw one of the longer butcher knives that he and Olivia had found in the kitchen. He slowly and numbly walked over and picked it up and then looked at everyone else in the room "..Someone's gotta do it right?.." He slowly walks over to him and kneels down beside him he set his hand on his good shoulder and gave it a light squeeze "..I'm sorry that it came to this man..didn't know you well..but still..wouldn't wish this upon anyone." He closed his eyes tightly and then looked back at him to give him a reassuring smile "..is there anything you want to say before I end it for you?.."

 

[Minx]

Derek backed away from the group. They got it under control, he on the other hand decided to keep away, it was good that he didn't have an attachment to the poor man, another loss wouldn't be to good on him at this moment. He stood next to his gear in the back corner of the room, crossed his arms, back against the wall and closed his eyes.

Man shit like this... I'd rather stay away from it... its already going to be hard on these people, a good group, a group that isn't ready for this type of loss... but its something they would have to face, and get used to. who am I kidding I'm not used to it yet, how can I...how can they? its not fair, nerves of steal huh Jessie....

He groaned, before grabbing his bag, his gun and water and walked upstairs into the guest room and closed the door behind him. Derek wasn't going to watch, nor did he want to listen to it, time to be left alone with his thoughts, Derek sat down his gear and himself on the floor up against the back wall, and took a sip of his canteen before coughing quietly, and remained in silence staring at the ground.​

 

[Jakers]

As Rolf stood, shaking with sorrow at the words of the bitten man, he couldn't hold in his own tears much longer. Another life wasted to this... this damned apocalypse! People didn't deserve to die like this; they could have became something! But now in this world... nothing barely mattered any more. You just died eventually. That was... That was...

"D-damn it...!" Rolf croaked as he began to cry quietly into his arm, turning away from the others for a moment to hide his sorrow. "I thought.... I-I thought..."

No. He had to face the reality. The man was... he was going to die. And the least Rolf could do was help to give the man the best death possible. Watching Jason as he bought a butcher's knife, Rolf knew this was it. Another good man dead. Why was it always the good ones who died? Rolf gave a shaky sigh, before kneeling down to the bitten man. Rolf's mouth trembled unsteadily, ready to say what he could to help the man, before Jason did what needed to be done.

"I know we all met you not long ago," Rolf began shakily, trying his best not to sob as he talked, "But you aren't going to die alone. We're here. We aren't going to let you turn."

Rolf turned his head away for a moment to take a deep breath, before putting a hand on the man's shoulder to comfort him.

"It'll be quick... d-don't be scared of the dark." Rolf said, his voice at the volume of a whisper.
"The darker the night, the brighter the stars. My dad always used to say that to me. Just... just think of home..." Rolf whispered in the most comforting tone he could muster.
"You're not alone. Remember that... a-and... may you find peace."

Rolf slowly let go of the man's shoulder, moving out of the way for Jason. Rolf didn't have his fencing mask to hide it: tears were pouring from his eyes to see the man die like this, and he must have looked like nothing but a weak kid. Rolf's sentences probably meant nothing... but it was the least he could do.

Even if Rolf saved a bit man... if the man died in peace, it would be worth risking his life over. He wasn't going to leave the man, or look away. Rolf would help bury this man, even if he barely knew him. A human was a human...

Dying in peace was the final goal of this apocalypse, after all.

 

[Lucian]

Lochie had been trying to cease his tears for a while now his eyes caught sight of jason heading over and grasping the knife. He once more fell to his knees with a thud, his body going limp with the Infection beginning to grasp his limbic system. His finger nails began to fall off, his hair fell away partially as he hit the floor. The words 'Sight to see, Faith to believe, courage to do' echoed in his mind in his mothers voice, his crying stopped as he heard the question of Jason, feeling his hand on his shoulder he chuckled softly looking up at jason and everyone he uttered "kill em all"

He lowered his head in acceptance and closed his eyes, in the distance he heard the voice of his mother in the distanca single tear falling from the corner of his eye, slowly his fists released and he dropped his arms, his life gave a flash before his eyes as he gave into the infections cold thick nature

Slowly his life slipped away from his grasp as he felt his body go numb "thankyou" he whispered ouy loud enough for everyone to hear...its time

 

[Andy]

Jason gave a small nod to Rolf after he walked away as he listened to Lochie's last wish. He nodded once and closed his eyes tightly "..We'll do what we can..I swear it..god bless you..may you find peace in heaven.." With that Jason opened his eyes and gripped the knife tightly. All in one quick movement Jason shoved the knife through Lochie's ear and sliced him through his brain to almost push the tip of the knife out through the other side of the now dead mans head and pulled the knife back out. He closed his eyes tightly again and slowly stood up and dropped the knife with a clatter to the floor. He looked down at his hands which were now covered in the mans blood and started shivering uncontrollably. He was going into one of his moments of shock. He shook his head and held himself tightly and slowly walked to a corner as far away from everyone as he could possibly get and sat down. He pulled his knees tightly to his chest and started rocking himself in fetal position as tears streamed down his face uncontrollably as he thought to himself. I just killed a man..even if it was an act of mercy..I killed a man..I'm a murderer...it wasn't like killing a walker..they were already dead..they didn't have any emotions..yeah..he was going to die anyways..he had been infected..but he was still..breathing..he still felt..he still..oh my god..." He looked at his hands again and fought back the vomit that was forcing its way up his throat. He closed his eyes tightly again and shoved his hands back under his armpits in an attempt to forget about what had just happened.

 

[Lucian]

With the sound of a gasp and very short quiet yelp he felt the blade peirce his ear before it quickly jumped to black. His ear gushing blood his body fell to the floor lifeless a pool of blood pouring from his ear and forming around his head. He wasnt getting back up.

And so there he lay, dead on the ground. Lifeless and wearing an expression of reliefe for he died human...

 

[MonarchFrost]

Asher watched in amusement at the scene playing out before him. He held down his grin and crossed his arms as the room fell silent. He saw that these people were tough but they weren't killers. He had extinguished the light in the eyes of so many men that this was almost beautiful. Quick and clean. Not really his style if he had his way with those he killed, but it was pretty enough for Asher. He almost pitied the man but hell. A lot died before the apocalypse and even more will do so now. Asher would savor it too. His enemies falling at his knees. A beautiful world indeed.

His thoughts then turned to the body. He mustered up what compassion he could and stammered with a shaky voice. "What do we do with the body? I can take him out of here if you want. I'll try and bury him the best I can but you know how it is out there. You shouldn't have all of the weight on your shoulders." He said to Jason as he took a couple steps forward. He rummaged through his bag and retrieved a small bottle. Extending his arm to Jason he said, "Pain killers. If you want them. There's enough for everyone." Crouching down, he placed the bottle on the floor and walked back to where he was. A small gesture to hopefully gain a little trust. Only costing him a few pain pills but it may just be worth it in the long run for Asher.

 

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Blake was devastated, he barely knew the man and a tear drop dripped down his cheek, he had also just killed a man, but he didn't even shed a tear killing him, but now he realized that was yet another thread getting cut, from the very few threads were holding humanity together.

He then held up his gun, before he could Jayson stabbed the man through his ear, causing his face to go pale and his stomach to feel queasy. But then heard a voice from behind him, his gun dropped to the ground, he then turned around to hear the voice. "Janice?"

The man walked away walking up the stairs following the girl up the stairs, as he kept walking he followed her to the bedroom. "Janice!?" As he kept following her, he opened the bedroom door, but when he opened it the girl was gone, Blake began to nod his head. 'No. No. No. No! NO!' Blake fell to his knees sobbing out loud. "I'm so sorry Janice, I should of been there for you...I'm so...Sorry."

Blake took off his back pack setting it on the bed, he pulled out a bottle of Wisky. 'Blake said out loud in his head, he unscrewed the lid then drank a big gulp from the bottle, dropping to his butt to the bad, he took another sip trying to drown his sorrows.

 

[Jakers]

It was done. Quickly and painlessly, and the man's blood slowly began to cover the ground beneath him as he fell to the ground, dead.

"..."

Rolf didn't say anything, or even move in the slightest way as Jason pulled the knife out again. The dead man seemed to have a look of... peace... on his face as he died. He didn't die as a walker - and that was something. But he was still dead. Another good life taken by the bloodthirsty jaws of this damned apocalypse.

"..."

Standing completely still for a few seconds, Rolf slowly balled up his hands into tight fists, tears streaming down his emotionless face. He didn't know how to react, whether to be sad, or whether to be relieved that the man died at peace.

"...I'm burying him."

He'd dig the hole with his bare hands if he had to. Bending down with no expression on his face, Rolf carried the dead man in his forearms with all his strength, taking the body to a relatively near patch of diggable soil. Carefully laying the body atop the soil patch to be buried later, Rolf stood still and emotionless for a few seconds, before closing the dead man's eyes with two of his fingers.

Why does it have to be like this? Why does everyone have to die...

Turning away, Rolf re-entered the home, in search of a shovel. Anything would do. And some wood and nails to make a cross, too.

Just... anything to make his soul even a little more at rest.

 

[PureKor]

Olvia felt as if she got struck by lighting, the air in her lungs was cut of for a moment. She hadn't realised. That her body was laying on the floor with a blank expression, sooner after the boy was killed. Blood splattered over the floor and some on his body.
He was dead now, it all happened so fast that her mind could not comprehend the event so quickly.

Olivia felt the warm tears falling down her cheeks, as everything around her was just noise, distorted sounds and her head felt dizzy. Her eyes blinked a few times before, her left hand reached to touch the sofa so she could stand up. In the next moment, she turned her head to the other boy whom took the body outside saying something about burying him. She did not want to have this feeling anymore, sadness and sorrow spreading inside of her.

However, Olivia stepped slowly, yet With shaking legs towards the back door wanting to fallow the other boy. Her hand did took her crossbow, as on the way outside Her hand patted Jason's back. Using her sleeve, she tried to wipe away the wave of tears which kept crawling down her face.

The cold air hit her in a sign of waking her up and to the reality in which everyone was living now. Her hand squeezed the crossbow, looking over the dead boy.

" I wish things would have been different. May God rest your soul in peace.." Her voice whispering, while her back came in contact with the wall next to the back door of the house.

Shit.
Get it together, Olivia. You are stronger than this.