[ WP ] It was either my life or hers . Unfortunately she chose mine .

It had been an eternity since we got a horde of zombies attacking our camps. At this point in the apocalypse, we knew that there probably were n't many survivors left. Something they never told you in the movies was that zombies can go extinct too. It takes a lot longer, but they do. Apparently plants or animal meat was n't enough to keep zombies going, because after a few months without fresh zombie meat, they start eating each other until there's only one of them left and ca n't eat anything else anymore. We found out by experimenting with zombies. We had to find out more about them to try to find a cure, but after 25 years of undead chaos, we did n't really care anymore. We did n't find a cure and we had gathered a small group of survivors to at least try to get human kind back on track and not make the same mistake. The order was easy this time:'Shoot them all till there's no undead left'. The amount of people we lost due to trying to catch enough for the cure and experimenting with them was too big. It was time to create a safe place for everyone. 
 
 My daughter put on her coat.'I'm coming with you.' 
 Her face was resolute, but my opinion was more resolute than that.'Oh no, you're absolutely not coming with anyone. You stay put.' I knew the look she gave me, but I did n't care. 
'We only have 250 people in this colony, 150 who can actually go out and fight. There are around 200 zombies. Do you really not want the extra help? It could save lives!' 
'It could also cost your life! You are only 17, you do n't even remember what a zombie looks like. You are staying here Holly, no more discussion!' 
 
 It was difficult raising Holly on my own. Her mother, Heather, the love of my life, killed by a zombie while searching for that stupid cure that probably did n't even exist. As soon as people turn, they are nothing more than a piece of rotten flesh whose only thought is getting brains. Heather's brain. A tear left my eye.'You okay there Joe?' Fred had a concerned look on his face.'We're about to kick some zombie ass, we all need to concentrate and not turn into a rotten piece of flesh.' Fred had been my first ally, back when it all started. He was the one who got him through the time after Heather died. His wife Mona and him had taken him and Holly, who was 5 at the time, into their home. They treated Holly like their 3rd child, which really helped her deal with the loss of her mother, something nobody should ever even have to deal with till they're old. We lived in a cruel world though. 
 
 The horde hit the outer barrier we set up. Some of them died due to the electric fence, but the next few climbed over their zombie friends to get over it. There were still at least 200 of them last. Our snipers took out a few more. They had to get closer for us to kill them with our assault rifles. Another one of my mates died on a scavenger hunt on one of these things. He found the rifle in an empty house, but then found out it was n't empty. The guy the rifle belonged too stabbed my friend in the back, without even trying to ask any questions. The rest of the crew immediately shot the guy, but my friend lost too much blood. We do n't need people who make rush decisions, we want some reasoning. A few zombies made it close enough. Every zombie I hit reminded me of my friend. His death would not be forgotten, not on my watch. 
 
 Only a couple of zombies were left, smart enough to hide. Meant they were still pretty fresh. Seems like a few people tried to reach the camp and brough some infected with them. People were too attached to their friends to make the logical decision. They'd rather turn into zombies together, only to forget about them only hours after they get infected too by that same loved one. 
 
 It was my turn to go out there with a squad to get rid of the last ones. We did n't want some infected with some reason in their head to find a way into our camp when we were n't watching. My crew members were 5 males and 3 females. I did n't really waste any time to chitchat. I noticed Fred was one of them and just walked beside him.'They say 2 of them are in that house over there and 3 are just over the ledge on our right. I say we split up and send 5 to the ledge and 4 to the house so we have a 2 person advantage. You guys know the drill, keep an eye on every one of your crew member and hit'em in the head.' 
 
 We split up. Fred was in charge of the group going over to the ledge and I lead our group to the abandoned house. It was a common hiding place. They mostly hid in the basement.'Alright ladies and lad, let's head down first.' I took the lead. Just as I got to the last step, I could hear it. The zombies had snuck up on the last group member on the stairs and grabbed him. They immediately dragged his body away. We did n't have time to even react. Then I heard it.'What the hell was that?' How did n't I see it? My own fucking daughter somehow became part of our squad. 
'What the fuck are you doing here?' 
'Everyone above 18 has to go out here at some point!' She said 
'BUT YOU COULD HAVE STAYED HIDDEN!' 
'I do n't want to interrupt your little argument here, but there are still 2 zombies up there!' The other guy had a terrified look on his face. He was right. I should be worrying about the zombies right now.'Let me go first' 
 
 I glanced around the corner. The zombies had moved to the kitchen, judging by the blood trail.'Stay behind me.' I slowly walked towards the kitchen door opening. My daughter was behind me, the other guy behind her. Out of nowhere, we heard him scream. The zombies had ripped open the other guys skull and started eating. This was our best chance of getting a clear shot. I started running towards the door opening. As I was running I could also hear the other guy running away. He was young as well and not cut out for this shit. I wish we did a fucking screening before sending people like that out here, but there was no time to turn back. I had to finish this job, if only for the poor guy who was being eaten right now. 
 
 I shot one. I shot the other. I missed his head. I missed his fucking head. I gave it all the warning it needed. He sprinted behind the kitchen counter in a flash. My daughter threw a knife, trying to hit the zombie. Pretty useless to be honest, but an A for effort I guess. Not a lot of time to think about it, because now I had to find a way to get a good shot at this one. Before I had the chance to think about it, it just happened. The zombie slammed the gun out of my hands and pinced my to the floor. The gun fell through a hole in the floor into the basement. The zombie was too strong for me to hold him off me for much longer.'SHOOT HIM IN THE HEAD!' I screamed, as I was trying to keep the zombies face away from me. 
'The guy stole it when he ran, what do I do, what do I do.' 
 I had a knife in my pants, but there was no way she could grab it without attracting the zombie. Grabbing the gun would take to long for me to keep fending it off. The tears started coming again.'Grab the gun in the basement. Once it is distracted by me, shoot it in the head. Make sure that other guy does n't live another guy as well. The fucker.' She was smart enough to understand what I meant with being distracted by me. She pulled the zombie off me. The zombie turned around. I got the knife out of my pocket, jumped up and put it in his skull. The blood was running from my daughters arm. 
 
 People were too attached to their loved ones to make the logical decision. They'd rather turn into zombies together, only to forget about them only hours after they get infected too by that same loved one. Your daughter cried.'I love you dad. I'll be with mom now. Do it.' She gave me the gun she grabbed from the basement. I had been sitting there, just staring. I was n't able to shed a single tear. I whispered a simple no. 
'I guess I'll do it myself.' 
 I stood up and went to the other death body. I pulled out my knife and used the blood as ink.'Kill that other fucker Fred.' I took the gun out of my daughter hands. The world is fucked with or without me anyway. 
 
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 *Maybe a little cliche when it comes to zombie apocalypse stories, but I have n't written anything in a while and just went with the idea I got. Since my initial idea did n't really work that well, I had to change it and I might have messed some parts up. Gon na do a reread tomorrow, sorry if it's a little incoherent or a bit long at times. Hope you enjoy either way, constructive criticism is appreciated. * 

