Snow had fallen overnight, a white blanket stretched out upon the horizon for all to see. The freshly fallen snow was empty of footprints, the surroundings were surprisingly empty and not a single specimen in sight. Crows loitered the grounds as if they were preparing for battle, a war in which no one could see coming. A cross brandished itself above their cabin, forever warding off evil. Ex-Military Staff-Sergeant Kristina Harvey stepped out from the desolate cabin and slid her Katana into its holder, the precision matching the way she had been taught during her time in the military. She was prepared to do whatever it took to keep her Annabel safe. Even if this required battering a few cannibal corpses in the process. Former Barista Annabel Harvey lacked a few specialized skills to help her survive in this apocalyptical world. According to her sister; the resurrected would not be tempted with freshly made coffee, even though they would be …show more content…
We can’t do that to her, she hasn’t done anything wrong.” Annabel shook her head, her eyes tearing up but she stayed focused on Jasmine. “She can’t stay with us Krissy. She’ll kill us both, she has to go.” Annabel’s voice cracked as she spoke, obviously torn at this decision. Krissy simply nodded, her mind already coming to terms with Annabel’s decision, she quickly realised that this was the only way it could end but in her heart, she knew that Annabel couldn’t do this. “Annabel stop. I can’t let you do this. It’ll just tear you apart,” The Staff-sergeant stepped towards Annabel, her hand outstretched, “give me the gun. I’ll do it.” She handed the loaded pistol to her sister, and dropped to the floor as soon as she did, tears continuously flowing. Kristina Harvey raised the weapon to the woman 's head, hand steady. The dying girl raised her hands, profanities leaving her mouth. A bullet left the barrel and a soul left the body. Silence filled the room and snowflakes drifted past the