User blog:SinnerOfRandomness/Enjoy Your Stay (Ch.5)

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''Okay so you have to answer me within the next hour when I ask this: do you guys want another chapter today? This chapter, and you'll see what I mean once you read it, is somewhat short and very slow. Nothing much happens, you just find out what goes on in K.T's head. And when you answer, don't say "if you want to" because I don't honestly give a rat's ass if I give you guys two chapters or not today XD''



''So...yeah. Please enjoy :)''







Chapter Five

K.T’s P.O.V

April 16, 2013 19 years young 12:04

This basement is fun. They thought they hid all of their chemicals, but they were wrong . I found them. Stored away in a little cabinet. They’re very unlucky aren’t they? Even more so seeing as though one of my hobbies used to feature chemicals…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">So I spend most of my time down here mixing the chemicals, trying to make a weapon. A poisonous weapon.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m not sure how many people I could kill, though. I estimate it would kill about two people.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">And that’s all I need.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’ve already seen Fabian, and for some reason I feel more angst against him than the bitch that stabbed…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Sigh. I can’t. I should have saved her. She’s my…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I threw the chemicals at the wall, glass shattering everywhere, the liquid inside of the glass slowly dripping off of the walls, puddles slowly getting wider.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I want them both dead. My head and foot ache from him, my heart aches from her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">She stabbed her, her ended her in mercy. I guess I’m grateful he put her out of her misery. The girl stabbed her though. She begun the misery.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But not even counting the foot incident, I still feel more angst against him. Why? I don’t know.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">That’s just how I work.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I looked at the glass shatters. The chemicals sizzle, steam, burn, burn through the ground, stick, depends on what the chemical was.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I saw my reflection in a shatter that landed close to where I sat on the floor.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Why did I get like this? I guess I changed when my grandfather died. But why am I a nasty bitch? He died from an <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">illness <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">, not a bite.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Maybe it’s because I had to shoot him when he was a zombie.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">How am I even surviving this apocalypse? I am a weak person. I cry when I fall. I’m a wimp. Why do I pretend I’m a strong person, but in reality, I’m a failure?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:Verdana;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">☠☠☠☠

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Dinner.” The girl with the red and blonde hair said. Her name’s supposedly Willow. She gently handed it to me. It was spaghetti. Ugh. What was it? Tuesday or something? I never even keep track of the days anymore.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">But I’m sure <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">they <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> are.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Counting the days ‘til I take my leave.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Thanks.” I sighed. She left. She looked like she’s a bubbly girl. Or was..

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Suddenly someone else came in. Another girl. She had dyed dark brown hair. It looked long and wavy from the ponytail it was in.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I didn’t really see you before. My boyfriend and our leader were in the way.” She said. She looked agitated. But not with me. I didn’t say anything.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m Nina.” She said extending her hand out. She sounded American, like me. Everyone else, except for the dude with the brownish/blondish hair, Eddie I think his name is, is British. Doesn’t surprise me, though. This is Liverpool, after all.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“You know my name, most likely.” I said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Kara.” She said. I blinked. I haven’t been called Kara in years. Because I don’t like it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“K.T.” I corrected her.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Kara.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“K.T.” I said getting annoyed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m calling you Kara. So drop it.” She snapped. I sighed.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Who’s the leader here?” I asked. I’m pretty sure it’s that pushover Eddie but I’m not sure.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“His name’s Eddie,” She said. That’s what I thought.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“He’s a royal pain in the ass.” She continued sitting next to me on the floor against the wall.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“He’s sounds like a pussy, to be honest.” I said. Nina shrugged.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I think he’s afraid of you, so he acts like that around you. But when you’re not around, he’s a cocky, bossy, narcissistic bitch.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“He seems like a real dick, then.” I said.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“The royal.” She replied.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“So...who’s your boyfriend?” I asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“His name’s Fabian. He shot you in the foot. You two obviously met and like each other. Nina said sarcastically. Goddammit.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh.” I simply said, trying to hold back my insults.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I don’t know, I think he’s cheating on me, but I’m not sure. He’s not really showing that he does.” Nina rambled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Probably is…” I mumbled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What?” She asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Nothing.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:Verdana;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">☠☠☠☠

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Nina and I talked for hours. I suppose I befriended her. She likes to complain. Nagger. She’d probably be that friend who paints your nails and talks about cosmetics and boys. Not my cup of tea, but we’ll see.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I can’t find any weapons or even any chemicals to make a poison. That was stupid of me to throw the poison I made to kill the blondie and Fabian.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Even though Nina and I are friends, apparently, I’m still gonna kill her “cheating” boyfriend. She’s a friendship I’m willing to throw out the window to the hordes.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Wait.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Sometimes I love when I have sudden ideas.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'ComicSansMS';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Now I just need to find a way out of here, and some zombie bait.

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