Kyra: i aim the gun shooting zombies, not noticing the voice was human i take a knife from my knife holder on my leg, throwing it at him and shooting at the zombies following me up the stairs and turn back around the way i was going and keep running

the knife hits my shoulder. "stop you fool! your going to get killed!" i tackle her.

Kyra: i get tackled and fall to the ground "get off me"i scream kicking and squirming trying to get free, i try aand reach for my gun a few inches away, still trying to get free

(What should I do?)

The knife stabs deeper in my shoulder. "Stop! Who ever it is you are
Looking for they are probably already dead!" I shout. I hit my arm and roll off of her. "Damn it!"

Kyra: i grab my gun getting up and pointing it at him "i know hes dead, i-i" i cant finish my sentence, pushing back tears "its none of your business" i say still pointing the gun at him

I reach up to pull the knife out. Two injuries in a matter of minutes. "I mean you no harm."

Kyra: i take my knife out of his hand, wiping it off on a cloth and putting it back in its holder "sure" i say walking away from him, Peter still a fresh wound in my mind, i push it back and hold my gun in my right hand listening for anything coming, but heard nothing

I sink to the ground, and pick up the phone, raising my arm to chuck it against the wall. Instead, my arm falls limply to my side and I drop the phone again. The moans of zombie snap me out of my trance, and then I have one goal: I have to survive. Then I will learn what happened to my family. I rise, grabbing my spear. I see Leon with a new wound along with a girl. I walk toward them, and sit down heavily, my spear at the ready. Silent tears trickle down my face, and I wipe them away roughly.

"we should get going." i say standing. "it is not good to stay in one spot to long." i place a hand on my shoulder. if i make it out of here in one peace, or better yet alive it will be a blessing......