No. Not her. This couldn't happen. Not to her. She was a survivor.
Cassy lifted the gun she had found abandoned in a car last week, blowing off the head of the... thing that clung to her. It's once human body crumpled to the ground, where it was swarmed by the hungrier members of it's pack. Not horde, not posse, pack. These people were animals now.
She turned to run, only to find another once ready to bite off her face. It tried, but Cassy shot out it's brains, too, splattering the thing's already gory dress with gray goo and blood.
She ran and ran, the blood welling from the cresent-shaped scratch in her arm. Just a scratch. She was getting nauseous, the first sign of the Turning. No, please. Please God, don't do this...
But if God was still there, he wasn't listening.
She stopped in the middle of an abandoned freeway and puked behind an old dusty Subaru. One of the creatures- the Turned- was still inside, held back from spreading it's disease by it's seatbelt.
When she was done vomiting, Cassy blew a hole in it's brain, too. Once she would've saved her ammo, but none of that mattered now.
She was bit.
Everyone who got bit Turned, that's just how it was. A year ago, if a person bit her she could've called the police and gotten whoever into a mental hospital. Now, even if phones did work, anyone she called would be dead.
She leaned against the Subaru, checking her ammo. One bullet left.
She was bit anyway, it didn't matter. She lifted the gun, a single tear rolling down her dirty cheek. Just one. She supposed that after the past year, the dead rising, her boyfriend trying to eat her, her mother and father stuffing their faces with her little sister... The tears wouldn't come anymore.
She heard more moans of the Turned. All the Originals couldn't moan, they were dead. But the Turned, they were alive. Just not... Human.
"I won't let that happen," she whispered, the bite on her arm burning. She felt the cold metal barrel of the gun on her temple, but she didn't feel anything else. For a moment, everything stopped. Cassy couldn't hear the Turned, couldn't feel the pain in her arm, couldn't see the ruins of her old hometown.
She could only feel the gun on her temple.
Cassy pulled the trigger.