Guilty // Spence
She hadn't planned on killing him. But the gun had been in her hands, and she had, nonetheless, pulled the trigger. He had been the one to save her from Arcadia. He had done nothing but care for her. She shouldn't have killed him over something so petty. All he had done was attempt to kiss her -- an innocent gesture. But innocent it wasn't. Not to her. Not after what she had been through years before. She stared at the man on the floor in front of her and she didn't feel real. Stepping back from the body, Dahlia felt the gun slip from her fingers and heard the resulting clatter as it hit the floor. He had kept her safe, where would she go now?
He had told her that Claire and Alice were dead, and with no proof that he was lying, she really had no choice but to believe. Where could she go now? She continued to back away, and tripped over the doorjamb, falling flat on her back, out the door and onto the concrete outside. Her back slammed against the stone of the doorstep and she felt the breath knocked out of her. In almost no time at all, one of the infected had gotten up the steps and was leering over her. She screamed, pulling the knife out of her pocket, and jammed it into the thing's forehead, shoving it off her and down the steps. The man she had killed was the least of her worries right now, seeing as these things were suddenly everywhere and staying alive was a problem at hand.
She looked up to see herself surrounded. They were all around the house, every way she turned. There wasn't any way she could shoot them seeing as her gun was back inside with the body, and outrunning them wasn't an option. What now?
She heard footsteps nearby. Great. Just wonderful.