(Tords POV)
I was still sitting there with Lindy in my arms, she was barely breathing and she was forcing every breath.
"I have to get help..." I turned my head to look for anyone who could help us. No one would be around for miles... I stared to let go of Lindy but she grabbed my hand.
"Please don't leave me Tord...." her eyes were squinted and her breaths were shaky." Please..."
"What do I do Lindy.." I began to panic because I realized I had no way of getting Lindy help. No cell phones, camp rules.
"Lindy.... what do I do!!" Her eyes were slowly closing.
"No Lindy!! Don't close your eyes!!! Don't close your eyes!!!!" She only groaned and turned her head." Stay with me.." I let go of her, her limp body fell to the ground like a rag doll.
*flashback to fun dead*
I watched Paul fall to the floor as the zombie slashed his eye out.
"Paul!!!" Paul was my most trusted solider and I would trust him with my life. I ran over to him" are you ok solider?" He clutched his eye with his hand.
"I'm alright sir" he removed his hand and showed a nasty gash in his eye. He stood up without any hesitation and put his hand over his forehead in a salute.
"No your not alright go to the refuge camp, that could get infected!" I told him using my commanders voice which told him he had no choice.
"Alright si-" he stopped mid sentence when he fell to the ground again writhing as a long gash drawn across his back, blood oozed out staining his blue and red uniform turning it a deep crimson color.
"Paul!!!" I cried out as I rested my finger on the trigger, aimed my gun and sniped the zombie standing behind Paul that had cut him. The zombie lay on the ground, it was down for now but it wouldn't be long before it was back up. I rushed forward and leaned over Paul whilst I shot two more zombies.
"Tord.. red leader.....don't leave me..." Paul gasped as he grew unconscious and closed his eyes.
"I won't.." I said even though I knew he couldn't hear me.
I grabbed Paul and threw him over my shoulders carrying him to the refugee camp, slowly one step at a time. I turned to see Edd, Tom, and Matt rush toward the exit. 'Be safe guys' my mind pleaded as I stumbled toward the camp, Paul needed me.
*end flashback*
*flashback to when Tord was young kid*
I was stuck in my room, my lights were turned off but I had enough light coming through my window.
I was sitting at my small desk, the only piece of furniture in my room besides my bed. I was drawing a picture and I was so proud of it. I hurriedly finished the last line and grabbed my picture and ran to my door. I whipped it open and ran downstairs.
"MOM!!" I joyfully screamed for my mom so I could show her what I drew.
"What do you want kid!" My dad was sitting in the sofa. He had a cigarette in his mouth and was blowing smoke all over my face. We didn't own any smoke detectors, they'd be going off ever minute.
"I-I'm looking for mommie..." I hid behind my picture, I was scared of my dad. I almost never saw him because he didn't like to be bothered by me.
"She's in the living room!" He snarled at me"worthless brat" he muttered under his breath.
"Oh...ok...thanks dad..." I quickly scurried away into our living room. It wasn't that far because we lived in a small house.
"Mom.." I called more quietly and tiptoed into the room. I saw mom on the couch, she was stretched out over the couch and her eyes were glued to the TV.
"What do you want now..." her eyes never left the TV as she poured a glass of wine. My mom was always either drinking or at a party and my dad was always smoking so I usually just stayed in my room, but I was so eager to show my drawing to my mom.
"I made this..." I cautiously lifted my picture up. It was a picture of my mom, dad, and me at a park eating lunch on a blanket. I think they call it a picnic. She studied it with her coal black eyes and blank expression.
"Oh Tord..... this is awful!!" She ripped the picture from my hands and tore it into little shreds. I watched her do so, watching my drawing become nothing more than scraps of shredded paper. I felt tears burning in my eyes, I had spent the whole day drawing that... I didn't scream, I didn't make a sound. I knew if I did I would be punished. I ran upstairs drying my eyes but I heard my mom say "such a cry baby..."
I threw open my door and collapsed on my bed. The tears had now made there way to my cheek as slowly one by one. I had grown not to really care... my life was a mess. With parents who didn't care about me. No one ever loved me. No one ever did, and no one ever will. I had grown used to the way things were, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt... I knew first hand how much it hurt. I cried myself to sleep, as I had down for the last 5 years of my sorry, sunken, misshapen life. My mom's words burned into my brain, etching little pieces that stuck permanently. My dad who didn't care if I died, in fact he'd probably be glad to have had me put of the way. 'It's gonna be alright, one day you'll know what happiness is...' I told myself every night.. one day....