Kara's POV

I watched as they stopped and were greeted by what I saw as ego-filled thugs, and the leader of the group got out and seemed to be asking for something, and once I saw who it was I almost dropped my rifle. It was my father that was ushered out at gunpoint and I growled loudly making them all aim at the forest making me madder. They dare aim a gun at me or my father, oh they were going to pay. 

I aimed and shot making two of them fall, there was little sound from my gun and they scattered unsure of what to do, and then they started to randomly shoot into the forest with their loud weapons and crap, that would surely attract others. I climbed a tree and shot again, three more fell, and then I aimed at the last one but he knew what was coming and hid behind the metal wall just before I squeezed the trigger and the bullet hit the metal and ricochet off of it and hit the front tire of the jeep just. 

A man peeked out from behind the wall, and fell dead with a bullet in his head. Then I shot the head that poked up from the top of the wall and after nothing else happened I reloaded and put my rifle away, and then I realized that my own father wouldn't even be able to recognize me, unless I said something that he knew it was me. 

"Why didn't you come back from Arizona with a souvenir" I said and my dad looked over in shock before taking a step over, but the others blocked him "okay I know this will be a shock because I've changed and I don't think that it was for the better according to their reactions of remembering my voice" the leader looked shocked now and then it snapped and he took a step towards where I was and he pointed a finger accusingly. 

"Your the girl that was in the house, we thought you were a survivor until....until I saw your leg" he said and I smiled sadly letting my teeth glint in the sun. 

"What? You would've left with my dad's gun and I couldn't have that" I said and heard the sound of running from the other side of the walls and the dead started to stir "but otherwise take my father and get out of here before others come, and I will follow behind you" and I watched as they grabbed my father and directed him to their car and sped off just as the gate opened again and the dead now living again stood and started to go after the living within the gates, and I saw more coming from all around the front and more in the places I couldn't see more than likely. Once I found them again they were in the middle of a highway forcing me to come out into the open, but I didn't want to just yet and this made me angry. They were using my father to get me to come out into the open and it was frustrating, and though I knew that all of them were good people. I wasn't exactly a person anymore with my changed features, and black blood, which was way out of the ordinary for me. I was still trying to figure out what I could eat since I knew I couldn't down any normal food, and I couldn't drink anything but water, and that was annoying. 

I sighed after I saw that it was almost mid-afternoon and I would only have five hours till dark and they wouldn't be able to see very well, so I got in my back-pack and grabbed the gloves, sunglasses, and a Masquerade mask that covered my entire face. Then I put them on, put my backpack on my back again, took out my gun, and stepped onto the street and started to walk towards them. 

Daniel's POV

"How do we know that she, it, they. Oh I don't even know what to call them anymore" Harley said and then looked at Steven as he spoke up

"She is a girl like you, and I don't understand why my daughter wouldn't want to come out into the open. It's not like anything that changed about her would make me not want to be her father anymore. Right?" he said and I shook my head

"Maybe, and maybe not, but we and you won't know until we see her" I said and then Dawn peeked out from the back of the truck as she kept a lookout 

"Hey guys I think she's coming, but it's not how we saw her that one time" she said and Steve shot out of the car and I followed to see a lone figure walking towards us. I saw something at the corner of my vision and saw that Dawn was handing us the only long range, scoped rifle we had. I lifted it to my face and I saw that it was her, and I told them that making them sigh. 

"But she's wearing a full face Masquerade mask" and I heard chuckling and I looked over to see Steven smiling for some odd reason

"I always wondered when she'd get her hands on one of those" he said and I smiled before looking back through the scope and I saw that she was at least a mile and a half out, and then I noticed her rifle and it had a metal tube extending three inches from the nozzle of her rifle and it astounded me. 

"Hey guys you know how we couldn't hear or see where she was shooting when she killed those men" I asked looking at them and they nodded "it seems she's a-lot smarter than we thought, and she's wearing some metal baking sheets and stuff as cheap armor as well." Steve motioned for the gun and he looked at her and his expression was blank

"Wow my daughter's smarter than I give her credit for, but you shouldn't underestimate her" he said and the gun was handed around so everyone could see. Then it got to our most recent rescue and she had a hard time handling the gun, and I went to help her. I held the tip of the gun up further and she was steadier, but then she was on the floor accompanied by a large bang, and so was the gun. I quickly picked up the gun and turned on the safety wondering why the hell it was off and then handed it to Hobbs, helped her up as she rubbed her shoulders crying. 

"I-I didn't do it on purpose, I just w-wanted to see how it felt" she said and went down curled into a little ball, and I felt something tap my shoulder. 

"You're going to want to see this" Harley said and Steve was being held back by Hobbs as he tried to run after his daughter. I put my eyes up to the scope and saw her on the ground rolling in pain, and I was shocked, so shocked that I couldn't put the gun down as I saw her struggle and then she lifted her head up and looked at something in her chest before putting it back down and looking at it again and touching her chest. 

Kara's POV

I heard the bang and saw the bullet, I saw a bullet and then it went through my chest and I was sent three feet backwards to the floor cursing as I rolled around for a little while in pain. I looked at the hole in the center of the pan before looking at the sky and cursing some more, and then I looked at it again and sat up before ripping off the tape and throwing the warped, trash of armor onto the side of the bridge, and I looked at the hole in my chest. 

Then I felt blood down my back and I looked back to see a bullet shaped hole in my back pan-armor as well so I ripped that off as well and threw it away. I touched the center of my chest and looked at my fingers as the black blood of my body stained them and I put a hand against the throbbing of my back and I saw that the bullet had gone through me. I felt dizzy and the world flipped and flopped for a couple seconds before going to the sky and my vision went dark. My mind was still awake though as I felt the center of my chest tickle and then my vision was flooded with something like a memory.

Flashes of shadow in light and then it stopped and I was looking at me, and I felt a new power. I felt my human nature diminish and fade away before being replaced by new instincts, new wants, new needs, a new understanding of what I was and what I could do, and where I was in the so called Zombie hierarchy...the top. After all this passed I opened my eyes and sat up to see their car coming at me at high speed, and then it screeched to a stop a quarter mile away and I stood up.

I was glad that I kept my memories, and I touched the hole in my shirt to see my wound had healed and found that it was. Then I looked at the van again and I could see a large mess of red in a single person's body. Lining their bones, cartilage, muscle, and flesh, and I could hear their heartbeats, and I could see their major organs and the places where blood flows best. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and then it hit me, the pain of hunger, and the thirst for blood, and I fell to my knees and screamed as it ripped at my mind as my instincts tried to take control. 

My hunger won, and I went to the easiest and closest place for blood, right in the back of the truck and my vision was tinted black and I could feel the pulsing beat of blood and the heart of my prey. I could smell their fear and slight pain as my nails dug into their skin on their back and shoulders, and I heard gunshots, and popping sounds and several bullets going through my body and I felt my fangs lengthen and I opened my mouth and was about to bite down on it's neck until I saw something familiar, something that overruled the zombie instincts and forced them down to let my human nature take partial control. 

I looked up from my prey as he shivered in fear and I felt my blood traveling down my back and soaking my shirt, staining it black, soon it would turn entirely black. I saw someone coming around the truck and my instincts fought for control, but I kept them down. I watched as the person reached the back of the truck and then I realized it was my father, and I felt my fangs retract and my vision returned to normal.

I looked down and realized I was on Hobbs back and my nails were digging into his skin, and I jumped off backwards doing a back-flip in the air and landing on my feet on the ground crouched low as my dad was about to come onto the back of the truck and I tore off my mask and tossed it away looking at the ground. Then I turned to the forest and whispered "I'm sorry" before running off into the forest off the side of the road at a speed not possible for a human to achieve. 

I climbed a tree and sobbed my soul out, and then I smelled weakness and I let my instincts take over and drive me onto an injured doe with an arrow through its leg. I was at it's side in an instant and I knelt as it whimpered and wheezed kicking and trying to get up to run off, and I pet it's soft fur for a second before quickly snapping it's neck and the instant it was dead my mouth was filled with blood from my fangs as they cut through it's fur and skin to it's main artery on the neck. As I drank my vision cleared and my instincts faded away and after I was full my mind was at peace and calmed to a bare whisper. Then I heard something metal sliding against something and there was a whistle behind me, and I whirled around and caught an arrow an inch from my face. 

I smelled the air and shot off before having a man pinned against the trunk of a tree by his neck and I growled. 

"Don't do that again, or next time your dead" I said and stabbed the shoulder of his shirt with the arrow, pinning him to the tree. I ran to the edge of the forest by the bridge and I lifted my sniper and scoped to see them kneeling and crying for some reason, except for my father and the new people. I looked over to Hobbs and saw a skinnier girl on the back talking to him and holding his hand before hugging him, and I was confused. I put my rifle back on my back and shot off, and once I was over there it was like Flash and how everyone else around him moved slowly and that's exactly what it was like for me as I walked around looking at them walking around and seeing the leader with a face of rage and the three girls crying out of sadness and guilt. 

My dad crying out of anguish, Hobbs in shock from fear, and the others in shock as well, and I climbed onto the bed of the truck and waited until the skinny girl let go of her embrace and I hoisted Hobbs on my back and took him off the truck. He was a little heavy and it shocked me that I could carry a two hundred fifty pound man of muscle and think that he was light. I set him on the ground and used my claw to rip off the back of his shirt, and I saw what was so bad. 

There were webs of black veins that were stretching from the stab wounds of my nails when they went in his skin and I touched his back near the wounds and saw the black following my hands. I put my hand on him and waited until the black disappeared and then I took my hand off and I didn't see anymore black on him. It confused me, were my cells like a plague to the living then? Because I noticed that his skin was dying and becoming infected and that was only a minute and a half after I stabbed him. He would've died anyways, if I hadn't been able to do what I just did.