(This'll be in first person so it makes a little more sense. Also, thank you choosing_oao for the idea and to Smiley_the_cat for helping me! Also, a bit of a gore warning UwU)

Hey, name's Inmo. I'm like the middle child of your family because of how anxious I can be. I'll admit, I took the zombie apocalypse a bit too seriously and bought 3 extra gas masks. Everyday, I put on my favorite gas mask and stroll around. You never know when it's your last visit.

Well, today was a bit.. odd.

So, I was strolling around town like usual when I saw a girl with dark blue hair shoot down a zombie. I was gonna turn around and walk away, but she approached me. Now, as someone who hasn't had a lot of interaction with people, I just hugged her tightly, before I realized that's not how humans interact. Humans instead interact by just thanking their savior. And I was gonna do that, but she just hugged back.

"Kill her."

A weird voice in my head muttered silently. I got nervous, wondering who this weird person was. I stopped hugging the girl.

"Kill her!"

The voice said again, louder. I felt my hand reach towards a random dagger I found on the ground last week.

"KILL HER!!"

I quickly pushed the girl away from me right as I pulled out the dagger. In the act, I felt a sharpening pain in my thumb. I saw red juice hit the ground. Oh yeah, that's called blood.

"UH, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!" I shout as my arm with the dagger swings around the air. I swear, it was probably Percy Jackson all over again, with this person being Rachel Elizabeth Dare.. with a gun. Speaking of which, a gun was pointing right at me from this blue Rachel Dare.

"Don't shoot me! Please! I never meant any this!" I shout, my other arm now trying to fight the dagger out of my left.

"KILL HER!"

I get a good look of the girl planning to shoot me. Black jacket, blue jeans, black boots, black shirt. Oh yeah, did I ever mention her gun? Sorry, guns are just in my list of things to hate, including the entire Twilight movies.

"KILL-"

I feel a sharp pain enter into my left arm. Immediately, I fell into the ground, more red juice flowing out of my body. The girl rushed over to me, as I drop the weapon. My left arm seemed to be in my control. And then it hits me: I was shot.

I panic. The girl quickly sits me upright and scratched my head softly. "Just fake a break," she muttered silently. I sigh. How am I supposed to tell her there's a weird entity that represents every younger sibling in the world is living in my head?!

"L-look, I didn't mean to- AGH!" I scream out in pain as the girl feels my left arm. She quickly pulls back, before she helps me into my feet. "I didn't mean to shoot you," she sighed. "My name's Marshie and I'll get you some help at the Misfits tower.

Misfits?! I heard a lot about the misfits by walking past some people. Dangerous, exotic, scary. I whimper.

"We aren't like any of those rumors. If we were, I'd allow you to call me retarded." Marshie said. Feeling a little better, we both trudge into the woods.