As we traveled down the woods Bre and I discovered the names of our captors: Sebastian who is the leader,

             I yelp out in pain as one man had a clump of my hair in his hands.

             "Listen here girl, fuck with us and this knife will go right where you least expect it." He says.

             He lets go of me. The other man who had his gun pointed at Bre smirks.

             "Not as tough as you look huh?"

             Bre stays quiet, I just glare at him. The look on Bre's face gave away the fact that she wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up.

             "Take the white girl to the spare room." The man instructs, the other man nods and he leads Bre down the hall.

             "Name's Sebastian by the way." The leader tells me. I just stare at him coldly, he chuckles.

             "At least you know how to stay in a girl's place."

             "You know what? Fuck you." I growl. Sebastian grabs me by the neck and slams me against the wall, I grimace in pain.

             "You're nothing." He growls.

             "It doesn't matter who cares about you." He says.

             "I can already see that you're the reason why your loved ones are dead."

I ball up my fist, wanting to punch him after he said that.

"You're not shit." He says.

He spits in my face and shoves me away from him. The spit ran down my cheek.

"We'll be going on a feild trip tomorrow kitten." He says as he leads me down the hall.

"At least you two are actually useful for something." He mumbles.

Ouch.

He opens the door, I see Bre and the man facing each other. Sebastian shoves me inside.

He sort of reminded me of Joe....but Joe would be laughing at my pain instead.

"If you try any shit, this bullet would be between your eyes." Sebastian threatens before he and his partner walk out, the door slamming behind them.

Bre stomps her foot out of anger.

"Mother ass!" She hisses.

"We need to keep a level head." I remind her.

"No! I won't be captured like this again!" She hisses, she sinks to the ground, then she puts her face in her hands.

I pull out my dagger. She narrows her eyes at me.

"You're not going to kill-"

"I can get out of locked rooms with using a knife."

I used to do it before this all had started, I would break into Avery's room and eat all of her Halloween candy.

And Avery's used that method to break into her ex boyfriend's house and break his tv since he tried to have his drug dealers come to our house.

"You didn't answer my question." Bre says.

"Bre, I've killed people." I confess.

"I'm not proud of it...but I always think about it."

Unless it's when I'm angry, I black out and see red when that happens.

"So what now?"

"They have plans." I explain, Bre cocks her head back.

"They took my fucking cigarettes too." She growls.

"You need to calm down, we're still in the woods."

"Good, maybe the undead can help us out for once."

I rub my forehead, whenever Bre's mad, one thing goes from one ear and it comes out the other with her.

At least she isn't like me when I'm angry.

"Damn I'm hungry..." Bre groans. I look at the bed.

"We'll get out of this." I promised.

Bre stays silent, she just breathes heavily and she stares ahead, I walk over to her and kneel in front of her.

"I mean it Bre, I need you to trust me."

A moment went by and I just stared at her, she fist bumps me and stands up.

"Fine." She says.

"You wouldn't understand." She mumbles, turning around. I knit my eyebrows together in confusion.

"Understand what?"

"What I went through!" She snaps, surprising me.

"Because you never suffered like I did!" She says, her eyes widen and she covers her mouth.

My mind goes back to me nearly being raped by two older men, me having to cut off my finger, nearly getting an uneducated surgery, being shot, stabbed twice.

Me having to kill my own sister.

"I-I didn't mean that..." Bre says.

"It was the heat of the moment, I understand." I shrug.

"You need a moment to cool off though." I add. She nods and she lays down on the bed.

My mind goes back to that day.

I was fourteen, running down the hall with a revolver in my hand, covered in roamer guts, my heart was beating fast.

I was going to see her again.

We'd reunite.

I stop at a door, blood was everywhere. I open it slowly, pointing my gun out.

Then I see her...my sister.

Avery worn a dirty tank top, her red bra strap was out, she wore her torn up jeans. And her jacket was over her arm.

"Avery!" I gasp, rushing to her side, her face was so bruised up. I hug her, she slowly puts her hand at the back of my neck.

"I knew you'd find me." Avery said, with utter sadness in her voice.

"Let's go, there's roamers outside."

I try to pull her up but she doesn't budge, her hand drops limply and she goes into a coughing fit.

We argue for a while, Avery sighs and moves her head slowly against the wall.

"Aurei..."

"Remove my coat." She says. I do as I'm told.

Then I see it.

The bite mark, it was barely recognizable since it was covered in so much blood.

"No..." I groan, tears beginning to gather in my eyes. Avery lets me have a moment to grieve while hugging her.

"Alright, enough sappy shit." Avery says.

"What do I need to do?" I ask, wiping my tears.

Her bloodshot eyes flicker to her revolver with our dad's name engraved on the handle.

"I need you to put a bullet in my head and get your ass out of here." Avery says.

"And light me a cigarette."

After we had our last goodbyes, I lay Avery on my shoulder, her cigarette in her mouth.

"Last words?" I choke out.

"Yeah."

"I love you, now you go give them all hell." Avery says.

"Do it." She says, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth.

I pull the trigger, kissing her forehead as a deafening gunshot rings my ears. And Avery's blood starts to spread everywhere.