Carson had not planned to fall from that tree--- god, he thought he was more skilled at it, but years of isolation in the prep school had killed the child in him. His arm fell limp and bloody beside him as he ran, a few dead ones trailing behind him. he had made quite the noise when he plummeted from the tree branch. It took him a moment, but he lost the roamers, finally able to sit down and breathe... or not. A scream echoed from near by, and instantly, the boy jumped up. He had no idea who it came from, but if it was anyone other than his cult-like teachers and peers, he would take it. Creeping into the clearing, he saw a girl fighting for her life against two dead ones. She had dropped her knife and it was obvious she didn’t have much of a chance left. Thinking it over for a moment, Carson succumbed to the guilt inside him and he lifted his uninjured arm, aiming his gun and taking out the two dead ones with a single shot to each head.
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