I laid there in bed tossing and turning hoping that sleep would find me but it wasn't catching up to me. I sighed lowly and got up from my bed and went over to the dresser grabbing my cigarettes and opening the window and walking out onto the balcony. I took out a cigarette and lit it up hoping the stick would calm my nerves enough where I could go to sleep but it wasn't helping. The salty breeze flowed through my hair and made more memories of the past come to me. I leaned on the railing of the balcony and let silent tears fall from my eyes. I didn't think I could cry anymore. I finished my cigarette and I flicked it off the balcony and I went back into the house shutting the doors. Why did I have to do it? Why was I the one to kill my own mother?

For days I didn't sleep and I hardly ate a bite. Why should I eat when I caused all of my pain? I've locked my door so no one can come in and everyone in this group has knocked on my door at one point in time trying to get me to come out but I would lay in bed not saying a word. I don't want anyone seeing me like this. I hate having to kill my mother and I wish I could just take it all back.

"Sis...Please let me in." I sighed and got up from the bed and went over to the door unlocking it. I pulled her into the room and locked the door back.

"Serenity...please stop feeling like killing mom was something to be quilty over. She made the choice to stay with dad in this house and die. There was nothing you possibly could have done to change any of that."

"I could have went back to the house and dragged both of them out of there before they were killed." I said as I sat down on the bed.

"What if you had done that and you got killed and I was left alone? Do you really think I would have survived?" I shook my head no.

"You have nothing to feel guilty about. Mom was a Stray and you had to protect us."

"But she had no legs and only one arm. Who would do that? I mean just shoot the damn thing in the head and end their suffering." I said looking over at my sister's eyes.

"That's what you did. You ended mom's suffering. Nothing more and nothing less."

"I still can't help feeling so bad about it." I said hanging my head in shame.

"If I as in your position...I would feel the exact same way but dammit I've already lost mom and dad...I don't want to lose you too. I don't want to have to walk by the door and remember how you've been after that. Please come downstairs with me." I nodded and got up from the bed grabbing my machine gun. I followed Felicity down the stairs where I smelled her good cooking and my stomach growled loudly. We walked into the kitchen where everyone's attention came to me and Felicity as we walked into the room. My sister led me to a place in between Matt and Brian and I sat down as she fixed my plate. Felicity sat the heaping plate of food down in fromt of me and it took me a minute to actually pick up the fork and dig into the deer steak she had prepared. Her cooking was still as awesome as ever and after that first bite, I just couldn't stop.

Everyone helped me get my strength back and I was no longer sleep deprived or riddled with hunger pains. I explained to everyone that I just had to go through my own little mourning period and I was sorry that I scared or worried them. They all forgave me of course and life went back to normal. I know I will always miss my mother and father but the one thing I still have is my sister and after she told me she could lose me too, I knew I had to straighten my ass up and get back to my old self. I needed to be the natural born killer that lies deep inside my tortured soul.

Notes

comments? Soooo this is the last chapter of The Undead but there will be a sequal to this so don't you worry!

I am also working on a few new stories and I'm thinking of transfering some of my works of Avenged Sevenfold from Mibba over to here. I think the first one I bring over will be the werewolf story I have on there and I hope you all like werewolf stories!