I stare off into the woods waiting for something like a walker to pop out so that I could kill it, I was sitting at the porch obviously bored as hell and wishing Kinsie would shut up about whatever she was blabbing about.
"You know you look nothing like your mom and dad" she says causing my head to snap towards her.
"David isn't my dad" I say before looking back into the woods.
"Oh, is that why you call him David imstead of dad?"
"Yup" I said popping the P at the end.
"Where is your dad?"
"Probably dead"
"Do you know who he is."
"No but proably some low life" I say clenching and unclenching my jaw for entertainment.
"Do you-" I already know her question and I let my annoyance get the best of me.
"Enough with the dad questions, got it?!"
"Sorry" she says getting upset causing me to feel bad, I run a hand through my hair and sigh knowing I needed to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of snapped at you, you're just a kid."
"I'm seven, I'm not really a kid" she says and I raise an eyebrow at her, letting out a small laughed.
"Yeah okay" I say resting the rifle on my knees.
"Wanna play Ispy?" She asks and I shrug.
"Yeah, it's better than looking out in one spot" I say and she smiles.
"Youngest goes first ''
"Ispy with my little eye something green" she says and I laugh can't believing I'm actually playing this game during the apocalypse.
"The tree?" I guess and she shakes her head. "The grass?"
"Yup" she says popping the P at the end, I look at her letting go of a smile.
"Your turn" I begin to look around until I see a zombie coming towards the house, I quickly stand up and grab my knife, gripping it tight.
Finally.
As it gets closer I stab it in the head as hard as I can, over and over until it stops moving, I let out a sigh of relief and walk back towards the porch, I sit down on the step and notice Kinsie looking at me terrified.
"Oh yeah, I forgot your not use to seeing the- look kid that's how life is now, you kill or you die" I say and she just stares at me than the blood splatters that covered my hand. "Man up." I grab the towel that was next to me and wipe it away knowing that she wouldn't stop staring until it was gone.
"Ispy something blue."
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