Sarah POV last chapter.

Warning: Some distressing scenes and insane behavior. Please do not criticize the content, as you have been warned!

Once. Twice. Three times. Emma is lying motionless on the floor. Her eyes are black and glassy but there is no sign of life within her.

I kneel down next to her, taking her hand. The sobs start coming and the feeling of remorse washes over me like a dark cloud descending.

I have to let go of her hand and pull myself away from the situation... Yet I can't leave her body here. What is this life coming to? I seems like I am a killer who is trying to cover up her tracks.

I grip onto her hand tightly, wishing that she would wake up, but it will not happen of course. I killed her, I helped her on her way to a peaceful death. The flesh is icy cold beneath my hand and there is no sign of life within her.

My heart feels as if it has been ripped in two. It was a bad enough her dying anyway let alone me taking her life away and leaving sorrow in my wake.

I must have been kneeling there for about two hours. My head filled with regret, sadness and the memories which Emma and I spent together.

I close my eyes, clinging on to the hope that this is just a nightmare and any minute my mum is shouting at me to get up for school.

Yet, this is too long for the nightmare. Exhaustion creeps over my body, and I can't see I am falling... falling to sleep.

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It is windy and dark, only the light from the moon can be seen. I seem to be standing in a place where the ground is concrete and it is dark all around me, as if I am trapped in darkness, and the only thing that can be seen is the light of the full moon which shines on the concrete.

All is silent like a ghost town and the wind is starting to howl, as a figure comes towards me.

It is dressed in a black cloak and hood. It comes closer towards me and its features become more pronounced. The hood is shadowing the face, but the long hands that protruding from the sleeves are pure white.

The figure stops about two feet away from where I am standing and it lifts up its arms wide towards the black sky. A crack of lightening and a hockey stick with a sharp pointed blade is produced out of nothing.

Three people stroll out of the darkness. I recognize them. My dad with his shirt and tie on, which he wears for work and my mum with her arm around my brother Lewis. They all had grave looks upon their faces and their eyes were focused to the figure in the centre of the area.

Others come out of the darkness. People I recognize family, fellow pupils at school.

My heart races as I see Emma, Hayley and Tiffany fear upon their faces walking into the concrete area.

The figure raises the hockey stick and stabs each person in the chest, making them scream in shock and distress. They fall to the ground still and dead. The blood splashes across the concrete making it seem like a small pool.

The figure turns its head and comes gliding towards me.

It takes down its hood and its eyes are black and the face is pale almost white. Black hair is running down its back.

"Honey come look in the mirror..." It whispers icily.

A mirror appears out of no where and the pale human takes my hand and pulls me towards it.

"Look at me in the mirror! You will recognize who it really is…" It orders, whilst ending on a teasing note.

I look at the mirror and the figure with long black hair but it changes and the figure is me. It is me with my blue school uniform and my brown hair tied in a pony tail. The same shade of lip-gloss and the smudged mascara which is on my face through the tears that have fallen.

"I am you!" The figure says, whilst laughing a high cold laugh. "A mirror shows us for what we really are. For example your boyfriend Matt didn't think he was handsome until you or should I say I fell for in love with him. Yet if he looked in the mirror he could see how attractive he was."

"Look in the mirror yourself, with your blue school uniform and the smudged mascara and you will see the black haired figure with pale skin. Or should I say the murderer." It laughs once more.

I glance at myself in the mirror and after a few seconds it turns into the pale figure. I jump back in terror.

"What will be, will be and nothing can change that." The future self and I say together. We look into each others eyes.

"I am you! I know what you are thinking because like I have said I am you. I know your personality so I can act like you because I am you! I know your memories because I am you. I know the words that you are speaking now because I AM YOU! YOU ARE THE PRESENT AND YOU ARE THE FUTURE."

"Now I must wake away from this dream as nobody can ever see how you will look in the future. It is near enough impossible."

"JUST WAKE UP!" We scream at each other mirroring the same facial expression.

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I am panting for breath as I wake. I am in the science classroom still and I am lying on the floor next to the dead body of Emma, her eyes are still glassy. Murderer. I am a murderer! I have murdered people! People who I know and love. Matt, Emma and many other countless people and some of them. I didn't even know who they were when I killed them.

This zombie outbreak has affected me badly. I expected to kill , but not the people who I love. I am ripping away their lives like any other savage murderer.

I need to get home! Stay in the house and live with the guilt and shame. To die peacefully under my duvet. As I will not be tempted to kill if I am under it. It represents safety and if I die I will see Emma again. My heart fills up with emotion. No more killing and no more murder.

A zombie may pass me in the street and I will gladly let it kill me. I deserve it after all. I have killed many and if I live than there is a chance that I will kill again.

If I make it home safely than I will stay in the comfort of my duvet and live with the regret until death welcomes me with open arms.

I wandered with my thoughts and now I am in the middle of the grassy area in the school grounds. I look around taking in the surroundings. No sound. Nobody. It is like the middle of the night, except that it is broad daylight.

Rough hands grab my arm and the next thing I know I am on the floor and the teeth are sinking into my flesh.

"Oh, a zombie." I mutter quietly.

Another nice peaceful sleep.... asleep.... asleep.... asleep....

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A/N: Before you ask my character does turn insane at the end. The insanity is caused by guilt of the killing of the zombies, but it is mainly triggered from the fact that she has no other option than to kill her best friend.

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