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She felt dead and raw. She could barely feel the undead’s nails ripping open her skin every time they grabbed at her. It was all too familiar and normal. How she could grow accustomed to people dying on the streets and then getting right back up and coming to rip her to pieces and have a feast on the organs inside her, she had no idea. The first had been her mother. she watched as her petrified father took a shotgun and shot their mother in the head. Her blood probably still clung to the wall in the kitchen. A stain to remind everyone who saw of the carnage when this all began. They had tried to save Alice, the poor baby; but they all knew what would happen. Hell had broken loose just twenty four hours ago, but no one had come back from a bite. No one.

Her father said that he didn’t want this for his family. He shot the baby first. The shotgun leaving only a splatter of blood and tiny organs where her delicate body once was. Then he held her 4 year old brother and 10 year old sister to the wall. They had always looked to her and her father to save them, and now he was the one destroying them. They screamed and cried and wailed, begging, it tore her heart out to hear it. She too had begged and pleaded, they could live, they could still survive. Just give her a chance, just one chance. The shotgun fired twice and their screams and cries were silenced. Forever. Her father was laughing; laughing with the pure insanity that only a desperate man could have. He took the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger. She had looked down at the almost headless corpses of what had once been her family; and walked towards the front door, stepping in what might have once been the skull of her father. The blood of her baby brother and sisters coated her shoes and soaked into her socks but she paid it no mind. She picked up the shotgun and a bag of ammo her father had prepared and a machete that was by her sisters side. She left the house, leaving the door wide open. Let the looters come, if any were still alive that is.