Her Betrayal

If you were to ask people what happened that day, you would get a bunch of different stories. The reason is because it was different for everyone. Some were at work, some were at school. the government tried to blame it on meat that was made wrong. the truth is they decided to release a virus and it was worse than they thought it would be. The dead started to rise with an appetite for human flesh. My name is Scar, short for Scarlet. I go by Scar because it is what my parents called me. I snap out of my thoughts as I hear growling and shuffling nearby. I slowly creep out of my hiding spot and head away from where the noise is coming from. I have learned to move silently and avoid every little thing that could make noise. I see a few stray ones stumbling around and end them with my knife. I have three weapons. One pocket knife, one hunting knife, and a katana. I use the hunting knife for cutting up my food. I don’t want to chance using the same blade for my food and the dead. I have managed not to get infected.I stay away from groups. I hear the sound of a car door slamming. I see at least three people heading towards a building, they are talking like there isn’t the chance of dying at any given moment. I try to sneak by without any problems. “Hey girlie.” I hear one of the men slur out. Great, they’re drunk. I keep walking, acting like he didn’t say a word. I feel an object hit the back of my head, then hit the ground with a thunk. I turned and glared at the man. I noticed that it was a beer can he threw at me. “wanna come have some fun?” He slurs, starting to stumble towards me. I turn back around and continue on my way, slowly picking up my pace so he doesn’t get me killed. I hear growling start to come from the direction I came from. I climb a nearby tree and continue on my way without the threat of what's on the ground. I keep track of my surroundings and act like nothing happened. He was drunk, he was gonna die anyway. It’s not my fault. I only have two human deaths on my hands. I wipe my face as tears start to appear. I have to keep going, I can’t think of them now. I see fences ahead. It looks like some kind of community or town. I see at least seven guards on the fence facing me. There is no way I will get passed without being noticed. I don’t do groups, especially not ones as big as this one seems to be. I climb down the tree I’m in after checking the ground for the dead. I continue on and try to pass the gates of the place as fast as I can. “Hey.” I hear someone call. I turn and stare at the woman that had a gun pointed at my head. At least she is smart enough to aim for the head. It’s the only way to kill the dead and stop the living from becoming the dead. I stare at her. “what are you doing alone?” She asks, keeping her gun pointed at me. I just keep staring at her. I will not talk. I have not said a single word since that day. “hey!Scar is that you?” I hear a male voice say. I turn my head and see a familiar face. I nod, but don’t say a word. “Let her in, that’s my niece.” He says. I just stare at the gate as they open it. I walk through as my uncle climbs down to greet me. “You look different.” He says. I just stare at him. “I will show you where you will be staying.” He says and starts to walk away. I follow while looking at my surroundings. We come across a dark red house. He takes a key ring off one of his belt loops and looks through them until he finds the one he wants. He holds out a silver key that has a red dot on the top. “This is your house.” I take the key and start to walk up the stairs to the porch. “Someone will stop by with some food. Other than that the house is fully stocked. I will come back tomorrow to assign your job.” He says, while walking off. I unlock the door, then lock it behind me as soon as I am in. It looks like a nice house, too bad I won’t be here for long. I put the key in my pocket as I head to the kitchen. I put my bag down behind the counter in the middle of the room. Easy to grab,but not noticeable. I turn as I hear a knock on the front door. I unlock and open it to see a guy with curly black hair that stops a little under his chin. He has a kind smile, I notice he has one dimple on the left side. He has light brown eyes. “Hi,George had me bring you food.” He says pointing to the three wagons filled with stuff. I open the door some and motion for him to come in. He grabs two of the wagons and heads straight to the kitchen. Odd, he seems to know where to go without any help. I grab the last wagon and drag it in. I close the door before heading to the kitchen. I put the wagon by where he has the other two. He has already started putting stuff away. I watch silently, waiting on him to be done so he can leave. When he is done, I turn to lead him out. I feel him grab my shoulder and throw me into the wall. Before I can reach for the knife I have in my boot, he has one against my throat. I am in a position so that I can’t move without the risk of my throat being slit open. I look at his face. The once kind smile is replaced with a smirk. “George said to tell you that spoiled brats aren’t welcome here. He told us all about how your parents died because you were screaming about not being allowed to go to a party. This is revenge for you getting them killed.” He says, starting to laugh. my eyes widen as I feel the blade start to slit my throat. I choke on blood as it starts to pour out of my mouth. I try to lift my arms to push him off. I am losing blood too fast to have enough strength. “Can’t waste good meat on infection.” He says moving the knife away from my throat. I see that he has my hunting knife. I’m going to die by my own knife. The last thing I see is the knife heading towards my face.