Left outside alone.

Dana's mother got sick and left her alone in a world with guns, cannibals and crazy people. She was 10 years then, now she's 18 . She doesn't trust anyone and has no problem killing. She's not scared and quite strong, but will she survive alone? or will she have to get along and make a group with what she hates the most (people) to stay alive?



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3. Trigger finger.

Maybe I should follow them? Sneak in and take some of their food, and then leave without them knowing that I’ve been there. I’ll just check the place out, and at night I will take what I need and then just…vanish. Sounds like a good idea to me, It could be dangerous but sometimes you have to take a risk. I jogged quietly after them, making sure to keep my distance.

Some other people came towards Alan and the other guy, they greeted and I jumped behind a tree, hoping they wouldn’t see me. They had some guy with them; he was tied and all bloody. I eyed him carefully; the blood on his face masked his appearance and age, the only thing I could judge by was his semi-long dark hair and that didn't help me a lot. They moved on, pushing him in front of them and made some jokes about being tied up. He spat on them and tried to escape but he couldn’t. Helpless.

I followed them until they reached their camp, I could only see 4-5 tents from where I stood and then they had some cars, RV’s and a…cage like thing where they tied the guy up. They’re probably going to kill him; it’s none of my business. I stopped at the thought of how cold that sounded, but you can’t survive on being nice anymore. That’s just how it works nowadays. I knew where the camp was now, so I could just pop in at any time and take what I need, finally some real food that isn’t rabbit, bird or fish. I smiled for myself and rubbed my hands in excitement. The night was coming and it was coming fast.

They’d made a bonfire, they sad around and talked, loaded weapons, and ate. The sight of them made me sick. Few minutes later they all went to bed and I had my chance. Finally. I was going to use the gun if anything should go wrong. Being shot by your own weapon, I smiled at the thought. “You shouldn’t have left without you gun, Alan” I whispered for myself, spinning the glock on my finger. I sneaked closer and closer to the camp until I stood behind one of their RV’s. Earlier I saw them walk to a car and take food from there, so that must be the place I can find food. I moved along the RV, rolled under it and crawled behind one of the cars making sure I didn’t make a sound. I sneaked along the side of a blue pick-up truck and looked at the tents.

”Are you done playing spy?”                                                                    

I turned around with a slight jump. The beaten up guy from before, sat against the cage where they’d tied him up. He was still bloody with some bruises and scars on his face, but now I could guess that he would be around my age. Dammit, I had forgotten all about him. I was not going to let one guy ruin my perfect plan.

“Shh, keep your voice down” I said looking wild-eyed on him. God he was talking loud.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a lower voice.

I looked suspicious at the tents; I don’t think they heard him. I turned my eyes back on him.

“It’s none of your business” I stated.

“If it’s none of my business I guess you wouldn’t mind if I raised my voice a little?” he said speaking louder and louder. This guy was going to ruin my plan…

“Okay, fine what do you want?” I said gritting my teeth. I couldn’t shoot him, that would make a hell lot of noise and I didn’t want to use any of my energy on him by using my knife. This was a waste of my time. I tapped my finger anxiously on my arm.

“Tie me up, and tell me what you’re doing” he looked quizzically at me, and his command almost came out as a question. I sighed and cut him free with my knife, but before he could stand up I placed the knife on his throat.

“Don’t do anything stupid” I hissed.

“Hey, don’t worry, I owe you one now” he said removing the knife “I’m on your side”. I eyed him down, trying to figure out what I should expect from him, but he was hard to read, mostly because of the blood and bruises covering his face.

He stood up and stretched “So why all that creeping and spying?” he asked shifting the weight on his leg. This guy obviously didn’t know what was happening around him, that or maybe he just didn’t have any tact; No sense of occasion.

“I need food and-” I paused when I heard food steps, “Get down!” I said pushing him and myself down behind a car. I glanced over the car to see a man, Alan, standing with a rifle. He might have heard us “Shit” I whispered looking down. I gave the guy one of my knifes. I may be cold, but not that cold; he needed something in case of draggers, and we were kind of in the same situation. Mom always said ‘helping others now and then won’t hurt, just don’t let it become a habit’.

“What are we going to do?” he whispered, looking at me. I kept my eyes on Alan.

“We?” I sent a suppressed laugh out of my nose “no, no, no there is no ‘we’. I’M going to get what I came for, and YOU…I don’t know what you’re going to do. Just don’t get in my way” I said still to spying on Alan.

“But I could help you? I know my way around”

“I don’t need your help” he sighed at my respond.

“Stay here” I pointed at the ground, treated the guy like he was some kind of dog. I probably left him with many questions but that wasn’t my concern, he just had to stay put. I moved up behind Alan and pointed the gun to the back of his head. I had absolutely no plan, now I just assumed that he would surrender, give me some food and then let me walk away, but you can’t count on anything anymore. Having this gun in my hands made me feel powerful and strong, it was ready to shoot at any time. He turned his head to look over his shoulder, and the well-known grin from before appeared on his lips. 

“You couldn’t stay away from me, huh?” he turned around, facing me.

“You said you had food? Just give me some and I’ll leave” This wasn’t really going anywhere he just chuckled.

“I see you brought my gun with you?” he pointed at it without removing his eyes from me; grey eyes not showing mercy to anything around him. Something about him made me feel unsecure and I just didn’t like him.

He took a step forward raising his fist, by the time I realized what he was doing it was too late. I fell to the ground and dropped the gun, while I looked expressionless on him. I think everyone from his group was awake now, but they didn’t have any weapons they just stood there looking scared at Alan and me. Most of them were families with kids. They hugged into their parents, like I did to my mom every time I was scared. My cheek throbbed where his punch landed, I could almost feel how the shape of his filthy fist was forming there. ‘Don’t let him know that it hurts’.

“Don’t worry, this girl isn’t going to hurt anyone” Alan assured the families. “She’s just a helpless teenager playing around” he continued and started laughing along with the others. Meanwhile I had grabbed the gun and was now again standing with it pointed at Alan.

“I’m no f*cking helpless teenager!” I shouted and pushed him so he almost tripped. I had so much anger in me right now, it was crazy. You don’t hit me, and you sure as hell don’t call me helpless.

He raised his fist again and walked closer. I pulled the trigger....without hesitating. No loud bang, no body falling to the ground and no blood splatter covering the scene. I looked at the gun and kept trying to pull the trigger, *click*- *click* -*click*. My heart was beating faster and my eyes flickered around. I looked terrified at Alan. That was why he didn’t show fear when I pointed the gun at him the first time in the woods. It all make sense now, I pointed the gun at him, no fear, then pointed the bow at him, fear. He knew there weren’t bullets in the gun. God dammit, how could I be so stupid!?

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