Blood Makes Me Nauseated

[[ready for this fucking insane story?]]

The zombies had pretty much taken over town. There weren't very many people left, at least not in this state. It was my little sister, my mom, and me. We stuck together as a group and fended for ourselves pretty well.

My sister Lizzie and I had gone to the store to see if we could find any food. Even crappy canned pork and beans would be better than nothing. Surprisingly, the grocery store was empty. No zombies hiding in the grocery store? Well you've all seen zombie movies. There's always at least one. But it looks pretty deserted. I keep my crossbow near me though, just in case. Yes, a crossbow. Don't judge, I can't use a gun and a blunt object would be too risky. You do what you gotta do. It smells like stale air as Lizzie and I quickly grab what's left of the food off of the counters. I feel responsible for her, I feel that I have to protect her. It's a dangerous feeling, I don't want to have to shoot her in the head if she gets bit. I already lost three other people in my family and I think I might be hanging onto my little sister a little too much.

When we have what we need packed in our backpacks, we move for the door, but there's a little girl standing in front of it. She's bleeding from her mouth. God damn, I fucking hate killing children zombies, I always feel guilty. A weird gurgling noise is coming from her blood smeared lips and I raise my crossbow and in just a millisecond, the little girl is on the floor and we no longer have to worry about her.

When I look over at Lizzie I almost giggle. She had a jar of pickles raised over her head as a weapon against the little girl.
"Pickles, Lizzie? Really?"
She lowers the huge jar of pickles and says, "You never know. Maybe one of these days you miss and I'm going to have to save your butt with a jar of pickles. Don't hate."
When we both smile I think for a moment how nice it is to smile even in such an ugly world. It makes me feel good to know there's always something to smile about.

We walk only a block away to the church where we're staying at temporarily, until we figure out our mode of transportation. We don't know where we'll go, but we need to keep searching for supplies and food if we want to stay alive.

When I go through the heavy church doors, I know something is off. Something is wrong. My throat is aching to yell for my mom, but I bite my lip. If one of those brain mongers are in here, or more, I don't want to attract too much attention to myself. I signal to Lizzie to keep quiet and slowly move forward in the church foyer. I turn to one of the couches to see my mom sitting on the couch. She looks pretty calm but slightly worried, so I lower my crossbow and move to her side.
"Mom, you-?"
She doesn't let me finish when she snatches my arm and sinks her teeth into my wrist. I start screaming and I hear footsteps behind me. I'm doomed, I know I am. I can hear more zombies approaching from behind, but I'm surprised when a knife is buried in my mother's forehead and she drops my arm. I scramble away from her and look behind me to see Lizzie looking terrified at what she'd just done. My arm won't stop bleeding and I clutch it, screaming.

Lizzie's voice is far away and I try to focus on her face but all I see is her halo of hair and everything is moving, the whole earth beneath me is shaking. I roll to my side and empty stomach acids and blood onto the carpet. No. No no no no no, I can't leave Lizzie. I can't turn into them. This can't happen.

I roll onto my back and focus slightly on Lizzie's face. She has my crossbow in her hands and I want to ask her to kill me, but when I open my mouth, the only thing that comes out is blood. I plead with her with my eyes and it's almost in slow motion when she raises the crossbow, pointed straight at my forehead.

I can't believe it. I'm about to die. And I'm instantly terrified that there won't be anywhere I go when I'm dead with an arrow in my head. Lizzie whispers something that I can't hear. There's no pain, just black and I know that I'm dead.

To my relief, I'm dead, but I haven't ceased to exist.
And know that everything is always not so bad.

Author's note:
(bahaha)
So I changed up what really happened in my dream. My dream is more humorous and fucked up. In a weird way. It had a different ending. After my mom bit me, she bit Lizzie too. And I was so repulsed that I would be eating human flesh as means to stay 'alive', that I started throwing up all over the other zombies. hahaha and they were pissed about it! Weird, right?