Note: My first one-shot ever published here. About one of the almost-survivors of Raccoon City. Please enjoy and review. Thank you!

My family's dead…I'm all alone in this hell on earth.

The smell of rot blew with the air. Nowhere is safe. Not anymore. It's my birthday…My 15th birthday. My beige dress is ripped at a few places and stained
with filth and blood. My nails have dried blood under them. They banged at the door, wanting to take a piece of me. Tears? I've got no time for tears. No time for running either. Dead end. That door's the only thing keeping them from me. I'm 15 stories up. The only illumination I have in this tiny room is from the streetlamp's light shining through the slightly dirty window. I failed. I failed to save my baby brother and sister. I…I deserve to die. I'm sure I will. Soon enough. Those things killed my family. They caught my sister and brother. I was weak. I couldn't help them. I ran away, their cries still ringing in my mind. The others chased me down the street. I ran and ran and ran until I found this building. I hid but they found me. Now they're about to get in. I can hear the wood crackling. I deserve to die and become one of them. I'm sitting on the floor, waiting for them. The door breaks open. The dead flows in, sights set on me. I open my arms, welcoming them.

They start biting into me. I hold back my screams as excruciating pain spread all over me. Blood pools beneath me and soaks my dress. My vision blurs. I cannot be saved.

I don't deserve to be saved.