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song of the chapter; safe and sound,Taylor swift

Kane's P.O.V

I miss my old life.

I miss going to school.

I miss arguing with my sister.

I miss my Mom.

I miss my dad.

I miss staying up till 4am with nothing to do.

I miss my old life.

I regret not cherishing everyday like it was my last.

I regret not saying I love you to my parents everyday.

I regret not paying attention to my parents' old stories.

I regret not cherishing my childhood.

I regret growing up so fast.

I regret killing my father.

My biggest worries were passing the final exam or making it on the lacrosse team. But now? I have to worry about saving my sister. Oh and don't forget to mention the end of the world.

Ever since the breakout of the disease,the world has been in catastrophe. I was only sixteen at the time and I still didn't understand. My sister was sixteen also,we are twins. One month into the breakout the Reformers asked for one hundred volunteers. My sister wanted to volunteer. She told me first. It surprised me. I don't remember exactly what she told me but it went a little something like this:

"I know I'm going to die...thousands of us already died. We're killing each other off. And I know I'm going to die. You're going to die,mom is,dad is. We have to face it. And knowing that I'm going to die...I don't want to leave this world and not do something to help it. Me volunteering for this thing could find a cure. I could help save the world. And save the rest of us... I don't want to die not feeling like I accomplished something. So please just support me in this..."

Mom and Dad got in a fight,Dad didn't want Scout to leave. Mom wanted her to be happy. There was one thing wrong about what my Mom believed.

How could you be happy when the worlds falling apart?

My mom let Scout be taken by a Reformer then we went into hiding. We as in my Dad and I. My mother got infected. My dad did what was to be done. He killed her.

As the years went by it got harder. We went in hiding. We had this underground bunker beneath are house. It was used for hurricanes. My dad and I were pretty much set. We had food and everything. That was until we ran out. When it did we had to leave the bunker.

Leaving the bunker was like leaving your bed to turn off the lights. It was leaving something safe to do something that will only make you more scared,the dark.

When it did we were unprepared. The Gone outnumbered the human count. Within a day my dad was infected. That day will haunt me for the rest of my life.

"Kane...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I have to make you do this...You have to save your sister...find her. You're her only hope- "

"Dad...I can't do this. I lost too much already. I can't lose you to. " I had tears in my eyes.

"Kane...we agreed on this. You have to do it. I love you okay...never forget that. " my Dad said. He's trying to stay strong,he's doing it for me. As a single tear escaped he whispered,"Do it"

Closing my eyes. My hands shaking,I put the cold metal barrel to my fathers head and pulled the trigger.

Right after my father died I knew what was to be done. I knew what I had to do My dying mission. It would be to save my sister. I will go to the extreme to save her. Even if it takes my life.

Killing my own father was probably one of the worst things I ever did in my life. No scratch that. It was the hardest thing I had ever done.

I never saw my dad cry in my life,he was always the one to hide his emotions and try to be strong for my sister and I. And even Mom. He didn't even cry when he had to kill my Mom. Though he was really close. My Dad was strong. He learned how to control his emotions because he worked in law enforcement. He quit his job when the breakout started. The Gone,you see,they are excellent fighters. My Dad didn't want to die. So we went into hiding.

My Dad's death was hard on me. I think about it every single day. My Mom's was hard to. But I had to kill him,that's what haunts me every night. With my Mom's death I had my Dad to help me cope with it. I have no one to talk to,I'm so lonely.

Sometimes,my thoughts were dangerous,I would think to myself. Why do I even do this? Why am I even alive? It got to the point where I had my Colt M1911 pressed against my head. The only reason why I am alive and continuing to breathe is because of my sister. I would be dead if it wasn't for Scout. She's thousands of miles away Crome me and still saving my life.

I didn't just lose my Mom and my Dad,I lost all my friends and my aunts cousins and uncles. I lost my best friend. I lost my girlfriend. I lost Kat.

I remember Katherine, she wasn't just my girlfriend she was my best friend that I knew my whole life. She was my best friend and Scout's to. Scout and I are twins. We shared the same friends. She dated my friends,I dated hers. I hated that,but that was how it is living in a small town and having a twin sister.

I think about Kat a lot. I thought about her way before the Breakout. I stayed up thinking of her eyes,her smile,her sense of humor. I miss that. I never told her that I loved her. But I do. Sincerely,and now that she dead,well I never got the chance to. You don't know you actually love someone until your away from them for a while. I learned that from the plague.

I still remember laying next to her on the back of her Dad's 1972 Ford pickup.That was the last actual good memory we had together. We were fifteen years old and I still remember it. After the plague broke out,her family left town to who knows where. We didn't get the chance to say goodbye. Phones were irrelevant. I assumed she was dead like everyone else.

That was how life was now,you had to believe everyone was dead,it was dangerous to have too much hope. I wanted to believe that some people are still alive,that some people are actually living. I wouldn't consider myself in that category.

Before the breakout,my family was a strong believer in God. I don't know what to believe anymore. Why would God want us to suffer? I grew up believing the Motto,"Everything happens for a reason. " Can something good come out of this? Is there a reason why all this is happening? I can't answer that right now. Maybe there is.

I wonder if there's still some people out here,on my journey to find my sister I only saw a few groups people on my way. When I did,half of them were friendly the other half wanted to kill me for food. That wasn't the best experience.

On the journey to the Reformers headquarters,I taught myself a lot of things. And old skills that I never thought would help me before. Since my dad was a cop he taught me some stuff. Like how to disarm a man or how to defend yourself. I never thought that I would actually use those skills. And shows like Survivor. It is actually helping me out today.

Is it possible to be dead but still breathing? That was how I lived my life,a walking corpse.

I thought if I cried that means I'm weak. Am I weak? Am I strong for not being selfish? I know that I am not selfish,if I was I would be dead. If I didn't care about my sister I would have already shot myself. I just want to see my parents. But I want to find my sister.

Wanna know what my name means? Kane means a fighter,in America. I think it was just meant to be. Before breakout before I was even born my parents named me that. For some reason my parents thought naming me after a fighter was a must.

My parents were right,I am a fighter. 

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. This part was for introducing Kane and his background. So next part it's actually going to be him and what he's doing. You get me? I really hope you like this story so far. I'm going to make a playlist the first song is Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift. The playlist on Spotify is called EPIDEMICS. I hope you like it. DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT. I love feedback! And if I ever make mistakes in spelling or grammar please don't be afraid to tell me. I'm not the best at grammar.