Twelve took a step back, away from the rest of the group. Everything was happening way too fast—just too fast for her liking. These creatures were something of lore to her a thing that she could only see being real in a book or old movie.
‘But if I have something special that I can do then what does that make me?’ She questioned herself; too many things bouncing in her head at once began to give her a headache.

In her longing to get away from all the monsters twelve she lost her footing and fell. Small, scared sounds filtered from her mouth repeatedly reminding herself of a small frightened animal. Well that was what she was to these things…just something to slaughter and eat. ‘No…!’

Her eyes fuzzed out when her head hit the side of the wall, not hard enough to cause pain but it kept her from moving. Though the others continued onward, some fighting, others were standing still in fright. Twelve brought her shaking fingers to her eyes, rubbing them hard. “I can’t see…” She gasped, clawing at her face, “What’s happening?”

Flashes ran throughout her body, flashes of heat then cold chills erupting all over her. She didn’t understand it just wasn’t fair. She took in a breath if deep air before gasping again.
She could smell everything…not just the blood that coated the flooring and walls but everything else. ‘The girl with the eleven on her clothes…she had a funny smell to her hair.’ Then the smell of something sweeter, some sort of forbidden taste that made her curious.

Then she saw that girl again, the one who kept smiling at her. And waving, her high raised hand whipping in the air had entranced her eyes and now was trapped in her head.
“Evadez-vous sœur!” She felt herself scream aloud as a vicious bellow foamed out of her mouth; a disgusting taste tainted along her teeth and tongue. It burned and the stank of it all was something worse than death. With a few blinks her vision was back but now her hands were slicked with a thick, oily substance.
‘Did that come from my mouth?’
Twelve smelled her hand and quickly made a face of pure repulsion. The smell she could hardly bare it, like diseased flesh rotted to the marrow.

“What am I?” She questioned with a sob as the crowd grew farther away from her. Twelve didn’t see them leaving her behind but the large lurch of a thing that was the monster. Her eyes fuzzed up again so she couldn’t detail out the thing attacking her but she knew it would be the death of her if she wasn’t rescued. She tried to call out for help but her mouth didn’t move, not a sound dared come out. Fright she guessed.

Twelve pushed out her hands in some sort of defense but knew that it would do nothing for her if she wished to survive. ‘I will be nothing more than a pulpy heap on the ground after this thing is done with me.’ She grimaced as the monster came closer.
She took in what she figured would be one of her lasts breaths but it was that sound that came out again, a deep screaming hiss that took the monster back by surprise. Twelve felt her eyes slit, it hurt but she was able to see clearer now. Everything was so bright and clear through the thin slash. Twelve felt her fear dwindling away; pushing her arms out further gave her the courage to stand up against the wall, facing the monster. The weird sound came out again though lower this time but being controlled by her was a good thing for defense she quickly learned. But the roars wouldn’t keep the zombie monster away from her for long. She had to do something…but what? Time came and went and finally the creature lunged at her. She let out a high pitched scream and swung her hand out at it knowing it would most likely break it off and use it as a ladle for when it turned her into a soup. But instead of feeling the painful breakage of flesh and bone it was the thick spray of hot blood across her face that she felt. She opened her tightly clenched eyes fast enough to see her hand change. She wasn’t sure what exactly it changed from but it was something different from her normal mortal hand. It was long and hooked.

The zombie let out a pained groan and hobbled away, clenching the nub of its severed arm. Blood pouring heavily from the dangerous wound; more would come from the smell of its bleeding brethren. Twelve wiped her face and took a few steps forward meeting a fork in the hallway. She didn’t know where the group had went but she knew she would meet up with them sooner or later so she decided just to go left hoping it would lead her in a safer direction.