Kill Me

         "Kill Me," the zombie says, "it will do nothing but hurt you." It echoes the last words of the body's former soul. I take out my rifle and get ready to shoot. But I can't. My subconscious stops me. I recognize the creature's voice. And it's body. It's my best friend, or at least it used to be.
         "This isn't you." I say. I know he can't hear me, but I say it anyways. I know that if I kill it, my friend will be free. But I can't carry the guilt of shooting my best friend. I put my gun back in it's holster, and I run.

         I slow down as I reach the fort. I push open the big wooden gates, and walk in. "Howdy, Cammi, how was your excursion," Timmy asks. I put my hand up and walk off. I head towards my sleeping chamber.
         I lay my head down and begin to drift off. I dream of a time long past. A time where the world was safe. A time when we heed not of zombies and killers. When all was peaceful.
         I wake to the sound of alarms. This can mean one thing. We're under attack. "Cammi! We need you! Get out here!" I hear. I jolt out of bed and grab my rifle. I burst out the doors and there are zombies climbing over the walls.