It felt like someone was boring hot knives in the back of my head, and I couldn't really shake it off, no matter how much I tried to ignore the sensation that made the hair on the back of my neck rise. Caden told me it was nothing, but he was just only telling me that so I wouldn't feel scared. This, of coarse, made me feel even more nervous. Because that was just my nature. If Caden, Ludwig, or Sophie tries to lie to make me feel just a margin better, it just got me more worked up than before they told me their false promises.
Nearly three weeks has passed before the infection hit, the days were very long, and tiring. Dead people started to walk, bite non-infected ones, either spreading the virus or eating their victims. Within that short time, my home city has become silent. The first few days, the city sky was just filled with screams, ones that I still remember in my nightmares, ones that gave me chills.
Walking dead people didn't scare me as much as they did at first, it was the more mutated ones that I still have to muffle my screams at night when I wake from a nightmare. Ones that are stronger, smarter, and more frightening than the common infected.
Hunter's are one of the main reasons why I never liked sleeping alone anymore, even if I am third-teen-years-old now. Always making sure that either Ludwig or Sophie was next to me before closing my eyelids.
The other advanced infected zombies doesn't terrify me as much as those flying hooded demons, because I lost my older brother to a hunter. And what I remember before he was ripped to shreds, was he told me he could feel someone or thing, watching him.
Garret told me the night before he was attacked by the very thing that still haunts my mind. "Emily, I have a very bad feeling, and if you get this bad feeling too, just watch your back, and make sure that Caden knows." I remember nodding at my brother's request, and that night I prayed that nothing will happen to my brother, or losing him either.
They went unanswered, because not too long after we left the building we camped in; everything happened so fast, and in a blink of an eye, my brother was dead not three feet away from me.
My eyes widen as I stared at the creature, not human, creature that was crouching over Garret's unmoving body. Dark clothes clad it's frame, some duck tape wrapped around the arms and legs, half of the face shrouded by the hood. While it's chin and mouth soaked in my brother's blood.
As I remained frozen on the sidewalk, the beast pulled it's lips back from it's sharp teeth and growled at me. The sound was very animalistic, jarring me from my state, and I scrambled to my feet and screamed as I ran back to the safe house.
Caden's cursing and gun shots followed afterwards as I was hyperventilating indoors.
Tears just gushed out of my eyes as my brother's face kept on flashing behind my eyelids every time I blinked, and when I would wipe them away, the bloody half face of the hunter would flicker in my vision before more tears came again.
Since then, I was never the same again.
Sophie tried her best to keep me from becoming even more depressed.
Ludwig then took it upon himself to be a replacement for my lost brother. But every time I would tell him to stop, because it was just making it even harder for me to forget about what happened. The second eldest team member wouldn't listen, even if Caden warned him if he pushed too far, then I would snap.
He was right, as Caden almost always is. A week after my brother's death, and the other's killing the creature that ripped Garret's throat out, I had finally came apart.
Even if I was the youngest, and shorter than the rest, I can be deadly in my own right.
Throwing myself at Ludwig with venom in my voice as I shouted at his face. Punching the second eldest male in the nose, letting myself lose a little control to make sure how I felt was loud and clear for him.
I remember Ludwig tried to buck me off of him, because when I charged at him, I toppled him to the ground. Sophie, the other girl in our small group, who was usually gentle and good natured, tried to pull me off of her boyfriend. Caden, who predicted this would happen if Ludwig wouldn't heed our warnings; was looking out, making sure that the squabble wouldn't attract any freaks.
After that, Ludwig didn't even bother with trying to be an older sibling to me anymore, only sleeping next to me if I asked him to. His girlfriend didn't hold me any grudges for giving the second eldest male a bloody nose and a split lip, just patting him on the back and saying, 'I told you so'.
Now, only seven days has passed, is when I started to get the feeling that something is watching me. On the second night of having this sensation, I told this to Caden, remembering my vow to my deceased older brother. The leader of our small group had this grave look in his eyes that he tried to hide but failed, then I knew I would probably end up like my older brother, because I know that Garret told Caden about being watched as well.
He even had the gall to lie to me that everything would be alright.
I knew enough common sense to know when I was being lied to, even if it was just to keep me level headed and calm.
"To hell with their lies," mumbling under my breath. Seething in mild anger that they tried to comfort me of my impending death. Huffing every now and then when they couldn't hear me, or when they are asleep as I just lie there wide awake, listening. Waiting for my nightmares to pop out of the dark, snag me by the ankle and drag me off.
But tonight, I was sleeping by Caden, our leader and an experience ex-marine. For all of us, he was just a father-figure, one who was protective yet will make each one of us learn our lessons the hard way. And when I would sleep next to Caden, is only to feel a tad more safe, he knew this too, because he doesn't allow each of the younger ones to sleep by him every night.
We weren't in a safe house, because it was too dark and dangerous out to travel. The infected were mostly active at night for cooler temperatures. So we just camped out in a shed, one that has one wall torn off, even had a basement. Maybe it was for extra storage, or a place to wait out a tornado. None of us was really sure about that though, but it did protect us from zombies or special infected that came along. After we did made sure that the basement was empty from anything that would pose as a threat to us.
With Caden sleeping next to me, curled against his side, trying to feel safe, to fall asleep.
That is when I felt like someone was watching me, glaring at me from behind. Goosebumps rose on my arms, with a chill that wracked my spine. My blood even ran cold, when I started to shiver, Caden woke up (the man was a very light sleeper).
The leader of our group looked over his shoulder to me, to figure out why I woke him up in the middle of the night. I was more or less wrapped up in the blanket, from head to toe to conserve little of my warmth, eyes darting from corner to corner.
Caden slowly sat up, the oldest male put his arm around my shaking shoulder as he pulled me into his lap. Like a child I was, I squeezed my eyes shut and snuggled into his chest, relived for the heat that our leader had to offer.
Even if he lied to me about the bad feeling that I felt for the past three days. As did Sophie and Ludwig.
When he started to rub my back in a soothing manner, is when I let some tears crawl down my cheeks, not making a sound as I cried. Silently I forgave him, because that night I didn't have any nightmares; dreaming of only Garret, holding me as he did before the whole zombie hell started.
That night of sleep, was of a good dreams than my usual nightmares. Finally, I was able to have a fitful sleep, the first since my older brother was taken from me.