User blog:SinnerOfRandomness/Enjoy Your Stay (Ch. 10 + 11)

''Hey! Okay so I have some updates:''

''I don't feel like making a promo so anyways there's a new schedule. Two chapters in one blog every Friday night. ''

''We're officially half way through Enjoy Your Stay!! Chapter Eight marks the half way mark, now you guys, including these two chapters, have only six chapters left until the final chapter!''

''I'm debating on having an EYS party on the week of the final chapter, which is in two weeks I believe. So...in the comments below tell me if you think throwing a party is a good idea! I'll make a blog with more details when the time comes if it's approved by you guys. ''

''After next week, you'll probably get three or four chapters since they're all short. But VERY important and intense.''

''And finally, NEW EYS GIF! ''

''Enjoy! c:''







Chapter Ten

Fabian’s P.O.V.

April 22, 2013 18 years young 12:00

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">So…I guess I’m gonna die. I was bit on my left forearm twice and my right once. Blood was seeping through my sleeves. But I saw blood seeping through Amber’s jeans too. I hope to God she wasn’t bit…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">We finally lost the horde after an hour of fear exhausting running. We found a place to rest for a few minutes. I saw Amber roll up the leg of her jeans and saw a bite on her leg.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">This is literally all my fault. I should have thought of a better plan. I shouldn’t have used up all of the ammo, I shouldn’t….UGH!

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Now we’re both dead because of my stupidity.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I sighed and rolled up my sleeves to show her she wasn’t the only one….

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“God, they ate you as if you were lunch.” Amber said, her voice cracking. Tears were welling up her eyes.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“They got you pretty good too…” I trailed off. I felt like I was going to be sick.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We tell no one. It takes a few days to turn from a bite, sometimes even a week. Maybe we can just put it off until we’re achy, like we have the flu, then we tell them.” Amber said. It was a horrible plan, but I don’t have the guts to tell anyone this. Especially Nina…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Okay.” I said. After about five minutes of silence, we both walked home for three more hours. I guess we really were walking in circles before.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Before we walked through the gates, we both made sure our bites were covered. We put more blood on our sleeves to make it look like we killed a bunch of zombies so our bite stains would blend in with the story.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wow, it’s like you walked through a blender of zombies and got all bloody.” Joy said as we walked into the house. Amber shrugged. We put the supplies away.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eddie approached us once we sat on the couch.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So um…I’ve decided that…K.T is our newest group member.” Eddie said. Amber choked. I stared at him, wide eyed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What? Was this choice voted upon the group? Or did you decide it upon your selfish little arse self?” I snapped.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I decided it because…well it’s complicated. I <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">know <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> her, Fabian. It’s like in a past life we were together. I don’t know…” Eddie said. I groaned and stood up.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Maybe you should start thinking about others, Eddie.” I snapped. I started to walk out of the room, but Eddie grabbed my wrist.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’M DOING IT FOR HER. I’M NOT THINKING ABOUT MYSELF THIS TIME. I CAN’T EXPLAIN THIS FABIAN! JUST FUCKING TRUST ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE! MAYBE YOU’RE JUST AFRAID OF HER. NOT AFRAID OF WHAT SHE’LL DO TO THE GROUP, BUT WHAT SHE’LL DO TO YOU, BECAUSE I’M NOT THE SELFISH ONE, FABIAN. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">YOU <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> ARE!!!!” Eddie screamed at the top of his lungs. I took a deep breath and shoved Eddie off of me then left the room. I walked to Nina and I’s room and grabbed another hoodie and some sweatpants.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wow you’re bloody.” Nina said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why would you care? You want to leave all of us so badly, you shouldn’t care if we’re all bloody or injured. Especially me.” I hissed walking out of the room to the bathroom.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I took a long shower, the water scalding my bites, as a reminder that I was going to die soon…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I got out of the shower and saw a bloodstain in the white tile. It looked like it was a week old, or a little less than that, possibly. It seems as though blood stains are literally following me. They’re all over the people I’m with, all over the walls and floors, all over my clothes, I think these bites are starting to affect my vision already too because I see red spots everywhere and they won’t go away.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I got dressed and looked in the mirror. What if I die in my sleep and come back as a zombie and kill everyone? What if I kill Nina…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Amber’s plan is really bad. What if I don’t even make it through tonight? I’ll never have a chance to tell everyone that I was bit and then I’ll turn into a zombie and kill everything in sight. Amber only has one bite that I know of, I have <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">three <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">. God knows if that’s even it. Maybe I have even more than that. Either way, I’m gonna die quicker than Amber. My days left as a normal human will be cut even shorter than if I got bit only once…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">You know what’s selfish? Keeping bites away from the group.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Keeping your soon to be death away from others.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Not being able to shoot myself in the head before I turn.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Not having the balls to commit suicide…when it will save more people than it will keep alive…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eddie is right. I am selfish. But he’s letting K.T stay and not letting anyone else have a say in it. K.T. The <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">intruder <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">. The one who threatened to kill us. The one who had huge douchebags chasing after her, putting all of us in danger.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">But, I know I did something bad to her to make her hate me with such a passion. That little girl at the supermarket was obviously someone close to her. Little sister, maybe. The little girl looked about four…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I gagged thinking about it. I quickly got out of the bathroom and walked back into Nina and I’s room.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She wants to leave. She wants to leave.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Why does she want to leave? To see other people? No group is gonna be all candy and peaches to her and accept her as one of their own in this world.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It’s the fucking zombie apocalypse, Nina. Do you understand that? No group will let you into their group kindly. You’re K.T to them. The intruder. Not all groups are like us, Nina.” I said. Nina jumped up, startled. She was reading a book.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I know. I’ve thought long and hard about this, Fabian.” Nina said, knowing exactly what I was referring to.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Not hard enough, obviously. Say…you’re lucky. You find a group that will let you in. What if they turn out to be some dangerous cult? Then what? You can’t leave. If you try to leave or disobey their rules, they’ll hurt you Nina. They’ll <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">hurt <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> you.” I said. Nina scoffed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fabian, come on-”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m serious. It happens. Have you thought about the things that could happen to you?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m trying to to be paranoid about this, Fabian.” Nina sighed standing up.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well get paranoid. It’s fucking dangerous out there.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“How do you know? None of you know. You’ve never been in another group outside the school grounds! I want a new <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">life <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">, Fabian. ‘It’s the fucking zombie apocalypse’. I want to survive, but have fun surviving. Staying in this stupid fucking house isn’t really my definition of <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">fun <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">.” Nina said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You want to have <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">fun <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">? Who are you?! <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Cyndi Lauper <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">?! What drugs are you even on!? Do you hear yourself?!” I yelled. A tear rolled down her cheek.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Stop crying.” I sighed. She sniffled and wiped her tears away.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I know you really want to leave. But Nina, you’re only thinking about the positives.” I said, trying to calm myself down.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I think you just don’t want me to go. We’ve been fighting. A lot. But-”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Stop.” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Please.” I said, on the verge of cracking.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Are you breaking up with me?” She asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No.” I said, looking away. She grabbed my jaw and turned my face towards her.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Then what?” She asked. I’m bit. And I don’t want to hurt you. Emotionally, physically, verbally… I love you. I don’t want you to leave me while I’m still here…

<p style="text-align:center;"> <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Nothing.”

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<p style="text-align:right;"><span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:'TimesNewRoman';font-size:40px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;text-align:right;">Chapter Eleven

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:32px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">K.T’s P.O.V.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:10pt;text-align:right;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(102,102,102);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">April 22, 2013 19 years young 17:30

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m staying here longer than I thought. Eddie said he’d get me a mattress. I’m even allowed out of the cellar if I want. I’m surprised he trusts me so much.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I did something bad. Let’s just say I got out of the cellar and out of the gates. I feel pretty good about myself, though. Causing destruction wherever I walk. Not giving a damn about it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I stayed in the cellar for the night. It’s the last night of being locked up. I’m gonna miss not having to do anything. Eddie said I’ll have to contribute to the group in some way if I choose to stay.

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

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">The next day I didn’t do anything. Eddie didn’t seem to notice. I saw Fabian and Amber acting very suspicious. When they were asked questions about their Food Run yesterday, they brushed it off like it was nothing.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I saw Fabian hiding his forearms as he walked to his room. I grabbed his forearm, digging my nails into something squishy. It didn’t feel like skin. He screamed in pain and turned around. He shoved me away.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">DON’T <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> touch me!” He yelled.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“How are those bites? Healing? Or making you <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">weaker <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">and <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">weaker <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">?” I said snickering. His eyes widened.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are you talking about?” He asked pretending that he wasn’t bit. I laughed evilly then shoved him into the wall, pinning him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I know you’re bit. I know how many times you were bit. I know where you were bit. I know what zombies bit you. I know where you were when the zombies bit you. I know <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">everything <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">. You wanna know how? I sent them there.” I hissed in his face, only loud enough for him to hear.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why did you do it?” He asked quietly looking into my eyes. Blue…paralyzing...eyes- stop K.T. Stop. You know the task at hand. This is her murderer… he must suffer…

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

<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:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">They’ll both be dead soon. It’s only a matter of time before they’re <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">all <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> dead… it just takes time and patience.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I don’t know why Eddie trusts me so much, seriously. Speaking of him, Eddie walked into the living room. I was the only one in there since no one really liked me except for Nina and himself, and she’s not gonna like me much longer once she finds out I killed Fabian and Amber, the love of her life and her best friend, in the worst way possible. Wow she’s <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">really <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;"> not gonna like me once she finds that out.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey!” He said sitting next to me on the couch.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why do you trust me? Why do you want me?” I asked. These questions have been stabbing my brain all day.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I feel like I know you from somewhere. I don’t know if that’s just how you make people feel or if we really do know each other, but I like being around you and…I like the feeling I get when I’m near you. I don’t know, I’m happy when I’m near you.” He said. I blinked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sorry…I made you uncomfortable, right?” He asked. I shrugged.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ve never been told anything like that before.” I said. I felt my face heating up drastically.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“But why? Why do I make you feel like that?” I asked. He shrugged.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“It just happens.” The truth was, I did recognize him. It was a few days before the infection started spreading. I was gonna be a student here. I walked up to the doors of the house, but I dropped my boxes. He saw me through the window. We made eye contact, it was an instant click. But I was afraid to go in, so I went to a hotel. I guess I didn’t recognize him when I was shoving a gun into Fabian’s stomach.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">“Maybe we were in a past life together…” I joked getting up and leaving. It’s sad that Eddie thinks I’m so sweet.

<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'TimesNewRoman';color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m really not.