What... an... awful smell... like... copper... no... no, I was tasting copper... and rust and salt... what was going on...?
Why did my body.... why can't I feel anything...? I feel... so... stiff... Ah... what's this...? It feels... odd... I'm so... hungry... it's an unquenchable thirst for something... I can't figure out... the thing... I want... is... near... no... I can... smell it on myself... ugh... I'm so fucking hungry...
'Hey! Hey! Girl! Wake the fuck up! Hurry! I can see your chest moving! Get up!' Some one shouted at me, I coughed up that coppery substance and opened my eyes slowly to see a person in front of me, a girl with bright red hair. No, her hair wasn't red, that was blood. I could see a faint golden glimmer under her soaking wet hair.
She had it, the thing I needed. I could smell it on her.
'Oh shit... sorry... I didn't... shit...' She cussed, jumping up, glancing at me with sadness.
'Don't... leave... me...' I gurgled though my flapping throat, I winced as it quivered under the pressure of my voice that forced it's way from my mouth. I looked at her with round, fearful eyes filled with blood. She cursed again and nodded at me.
'Just pretend to be dead!'
'I... I already... am...' I coughed, 'I'm... dead...'
'Shit... Just give me a second! Please! I will come back for you, I swear it!' She yelled, I closed my eyes, the eyes which felt rather dry and pointless... I felt pointless. I was just going to get that girl killed. I was already dead and useless to the world. I heard some shouting and shrieking before thudding and footsteps.
'Jason, carry her on your back!'
'She's too heavy!' A boys voice yelled angrily.
'She's only a year seven, a frikin' eleven year old! Save her you dick! She'll die without us! So put her on your fucking back!!' The girl from before roared I felt something under my armpits and I was hoisted up onto something soft and warm. I nuzzled into it, indulging in it's amazing scent, I restrained the urge to sink my teeth into the warm, soft thing... because I knew it was a boys back. If I bit him, I would end up doing something worse, like the things that attacked(and killed) me. I coughed again and heard him grunt as blood splattered his shirt.
'Sorry... leave... me...' I wheezed, it as getting harder and harder to speak due to my slashed up neck.
'No fucking way, girl!' The nice girl snarled harshly, 'I'm going to call you "girl" from now on because, right now, names don't fucking matter! Jason! Hurry up!'
'I can't with this thing on my back!'
'Leave... me... I... I... I'm... only a... b... burden to... you guys... I can't... even... speak...' I spluttered, knowing I wouldn't be able to utter another word anymore. I was dead and the dead weren't supposed to speak, they were supposed to stay quiet and still. But these new things had proved my theory wrong, these dead could walk and moan and eat. I coughed loudly and the boys pace sped up and my pathetic body was rocked about. Why wouldn't they just leave me?!