I've decided to upload today instead of sunday so here you go! The season finale!

Eighty Three |

Oden. The quiet one I thought was safe. He wasn't, he was evil. He was the evil Jax talked about and now he was alone with Alana. My heart pound. If he killed Alana and I killed him, everyone would think it was me. If he killed Alana and I didn't kill him he'd just convince everyone it was me. I was fucked either way.

I-I didn't know what to do.

No, I did. I knew exactly what I had to do.

I had to die. Before it was too late.

So I moved forward, following the yellow walls and faded wooden floors. Down the hall and towards Alana's office. Carefully, slowly. Her door was shut, but I knew that didn't mean anything. My hand moved like it was moving through mud, my fingers stretching for the knob. Opening the door and bracing myself for what I might see.

And saw I did.

Alana sat at her desk, her long blue dress brushing against the floor. Her head looked up as I entered, her eyes widening with surprise. I paused, my heart dropping, Oden stood behind her, a knife pressed to her throat, tears falling down her face. She sighed softly as I stepped into the room, her eyes shutting briefly before opening.

"I was hoping you wouldn't come in today," she said softly.

I smiled slightly, sadly, "I was hoping I'd be wrong."

She chuckled, "I was hoping I'd be right."

Oden smirked, pulling her head back by her grey locks, "This is perfect. All my life I was taught Erin Mira Brooks had everything. Everything that was supposed to be ours. Who would have thought Maxwell would find you in this place and you'd escape his grasp. We are his servants, he has given us everything except for what he taught us you had. We would take from you."

I needed to buy time, "H-How did you get in?"

He chuckled, "It took a while but I knocked up Molly. She was always such a good little bitch. So insecure, always begging for my approval. She was also perfect to get into the town that was known for taking in scraps. Isn't that right hag?"

Alana let out a noise of pain as he yanked at her hair again.

"A-And then?" I begged moving forward slowly, an inch at a time.

He tapped the blade against her throat, "The rest was easy. Before the storm, we lead a horde right to your door. It stormed, Molly unlocked the gate. We weren't even checked for bites when we got in. Just sent to the mayor's house."

"What's you're plan now?" I whispered, horrified.

He smirked, "I guess you'll have to see."

"W-Wait!" I cried, begging, "Kill me! Kill me instead! You know you want to."

He blinked at me confused, "Kill you? Oh no, the plan was never to kill you. The plan was always to make your life a living hell, like you had done to us. Unconsciously or not."

Then, he plunged the knife right into her throat.

"No!" I screamed, lunging forward.

Alana's eyes widened, a gurgle forced from her lips and her throat began to gush. Hot tears fell down my face as I grabbed her before her face hit the desk. My hands moved to the wound as if somehow it would stop the bleeding. The thick red substance covered my hands.

Oden laughed manically, wiping the knife off onto my face. I flinched, looking up at him. How could I have been so wrong about him? I wanted to kill him, I wanted to rip out his throat and yet I couldn't move. He frowned, like my choice disappointed him.

"If you don't fight back this will be too easy," he joked.

I shook my head, "You won't kill me anyways. I-I'll just tell everyone it was you. They'll believe me, I'm the saviour in this town."

He tsked, "Will Jax? His word is law. His influence is the only thing that matters."

Oden was right.

Jax would kill me.

"I have to leave."

Oden nodded with fake sympathy, "So you do and we will follow. Every place you call home we will ruin. Until the very moment you run right back to Maxwell. Only he can save you. Run to Maxwell little bird."

He was brainwashed.

Panic and fear filled me like being hit by Leon's truck. I was breathing hard but somehow still unable to gather my breath. My eyes were wide, Alana's blood mesmerizing me. She was dead and everything had changed. My life couldn't even save her, I couldn't even save her. I was a failure over and over again. All the people I cared for continued to die. Right in front of me. I was tired of it. I-I was tired of people dying and I couldn't do anything about it.

It's alright, Zero was back in my head.

I shook it hard, my hands clutching the side of my face. I was done. I was so tired and done of everything. I just wanted a break. I just wanted to stop trying. Zero's presence wrapped around me and for a moment I saw nothing but darkness. I could feel her arms wrap around my back.

Give it to me.

So I did. With my vision clearing, and my heart broken I looked up at Oden. Dead. I was dead inside but she wasn't. So I let her take over. I gave her everything. Zero switching over in my mind. I just let her, I had no fight left in my but she did. She didn't like being called such a weak creature. She did not like these dogs, she wanted them dead. Zero was a demon but she was my demon. She'd do more than I ever could.

I gave up.

~Zero:

"Is that what you want or is that what Eric wants?" I purred, flexing my new fingers.

Real fingers, a real body. Her real body, my real body. It felt amazing, for too long I was pushed back and imprisoned in the back of her mind. I grinned widely, oh how I would be changing things around here. Oh yes, Zero was the new Mira and I didn't care if anyone found out. We—I would be done with this filthy town anyways.

Oden's eyes widened, "You're not Mira."

"I'm not," I laughed, "And I don't care if this filthy town thinks it's me."

He watched me carefully, like a pathetic little worm watching a little fucking bird. I dropped the old woman. Her head slammed against the desk. Humming, I wiped her blood from my cheek before licking it off. Salty but still warm.

"You won't kill me," he whispered.

I could taste his fear, it was delicious. The worm backed up as I walked forward, his feet stumbling as he took steps back. I prowled forward, one foot after the other until his back was against the wall and my chest was pressed up against him. The blade in his hand dropped. It made me grin, this was fun.

"You're nothing," I whispered, "Not even worth death."

He took a sharp breath, "Maxwell has more dogs. There's Colton, Arabella, a-and even ones that aren't illicit. He'll keep sending dogs out."

I giggled, Maxwell was an insect.

"Then I guess you have to live," I sang, "Tell him to send all the dogs in the world, it will be fun ripping them apart and I cannot wait for such a fun game."

Then I stepped back, picking up the knife and slamming it into his leg. He screamed, dropping to the floor. I stepped over him, and out the door. That woman, Nicole stood on the other side of the door. Waiting. Her eyes widened and a smile found her face.

"Death," she whispered full of glee.

I nodded, "Yes, I am death and I am coming for Maxwell and every dog he has."

Then I snapped her pretty little neck. Enjoying the harsh sound as her body hit the floor. I hummed a tune, the tune my mother used to hum to me before bed. Well, Erin's mother. But I supposed she could be mine too, I am a parasite after all. We are one.

Sebastian was still in the living room. I liked the wolf, he was incredibly attractive and such a loyal pet. And he matched my eyes. Although, I knew Maxwell had done that to him in hopes he'd be like me, I enjoyed the look.

"W-What happened," he whispered.

I frowned, "Get up. We're leaving this filthy place."

"You're not Mira," he groaned pushing himself up.

I nodded, that was true. But it also didn't matter because I was part of her and so he would still obey. Like a good little wolf to the big bad red hiding hood. Pausing, I thought back. Was that how that fable went? I couldn't remember. Humming a tune, I looked down at the reck that was Tyren. Pity. I liked the man.

"Come on," I hummed, "Too many bodies laying about."

"Zero," he guessed like he needed to.

My eyes rolled lazily, "Yes darling."

"When will Mira be back?" he demanded following slowly, still healing.

My grin grew, if it was my choice she'd never be back.

Oh wait—it was my choice.

I jumped off the porch, enjoying the pain of landing on the hard ground and the breeze that tickled my face. Lovely. I wished to pull off my clothing and rip off my skin. The pain was delicious, I wanted more. But, there was a time and place for everything. Right now, we needed to pick up my other loyal wolf.

Cameron waiting at the gate sitting upon his horse. Arguing with Jax. I frowned, this would simply not do. I did not care for Jax he was merely a pathetic little worm and he had my sword. As I neared, the two went silent. Jax's head turning towards me. I grinned.

"Who's blood is that?" he demanded, "Spreading more evil?"

I giggled, "Oh yes. I just killed Alana. And Tyren and Nicole."

"I don't believe you," he gasped.

Cute, he really did not think Mira was evil after all.

Too late for that. Oh, I never liked Jax but snapping his neck now would lose Cameron and I liked the little fellow. Mira was fond of him so, by association, I was fond of him. He made me feel warm and fuzzy. It was disgusting but comforting.

"Go check," I said simply, bored of this peasant, "but why bother? I am evil."

He was silent, his mouth blubbering like a dying fish. Then, I punched him, not too hard—I didn't want his head flying from his shoulders—but enough to break his nose and his cheekbone. He let out a cry, dropping my sword and falling onto his knees. Where he belonged of course. So, I picked it up.

"Thank you darling," I sang then looked to Cam, "Are you still coming?"

His eyes widened and he swallowed, slowly nodded.

We walked through the open gate and down the road. Cam followed behind on the beautiful horse, and Sebastian walked beside me. I didn't know where we were going yet, but I knew it would be far from here. Hm, I could feel her fighting in the back of my mind. She was silent, numb. Erin had stopped fighting. She had stopped wanting to live, so I would happily do so for her.

Life was such a precious thing. She abused that privilege.

Pathetic.

A jittered moan caught my attention and I thought it'd be a perfect chance to test this new freedom. On the road, the zombie was once a mail man. The bag still around his shoulder. His jaw was missing, as well as his shoes. Seemed like such a messy death. Oh, that reminded me. Nicole and Alana would be turning soon, I squealed in delight. I should have stayed and watched that chaos of the old woman stumbling out of the house with Nicole. Oh I hoped they attacked Jaxson. Most likely Oden was already gone. Crawling back to Maxwell like a worm that he was.

It was good I left Leon out of this, he'd be good to protect the farm.

Calmly, I walked up to the zombie, pulling my sword free of it's hilt. And...it walked right past me. My eyes widened, rage filled me. No. It wasn't supposed to be like that, I was Mira. I was human, I was food to zombies. And yet it walked past me?!

"No!" I snarled.

"M-Mira?" Cam whispered softly.

I spun on my heels, effortlessly plunging the sword through it's skull. Dropping it. Breathing hard, I continued walking. The horse trotting behind me and the sun setting quickly. I sighed, rubbing my face, enjoying the feeling of my own skin under my touch. Sebastian walked faster, walking beside me.

"They don't attack you," he whispered softly.

I said nothing, keeping my composure.

He sighed, "It's because you're the same as them Zero."

I stopped facing him, anger crackling around me, "I am not."

The stupid human just shrugged and continued walking as if I was not the damn leader. My fingers flexed as I wished to strangle him. Well, maybe ride on top of him as I strangled him. Hmm, pleasure rose inside me at the thought. Until the horse also passed me and I was left hurrying behind. As I walked, I could feel Cameron continue to eye me.

Finally, I had enough, "What?"

"You don't seem ok," he said very quietly, as if that thought hurt him.

I don't understand why, but I felt a ping of something. Did I actually feel bad that my personality had hurt his feelings? How strange. It seems Mira's body came at a price of emotions. Not fear nor panic of course, but affection.

Disgusting.

"I'm sorry," yet my words surprised me, "I'm just overwhelmed at everything."

He nodded, seeming relieved. I however, was confused at myself. Why did I lie for the sake of his emotions? I didn't understand and I did not think I was ready for this. Clearly I hadn't factored in such things. Perhaps being locked away in her mind was best.

No, I couldn't think like that. This was freedom.

"Freedom," I whispered.

So we continued on, down the road.

"We should find shelter," Cam then said, "There's a cabin near here. We should stay there for the night. Wolf Cove is still a half day walk."

I hummed. The darkness didn't bother me, I could see quite clearly at night, but my company could not and it would be a pity if they died now. So, I nodded and Cam began to lead us off the main road and through the forest. Overall, I needed Lisa alive. We needed to go back to the City of Ash and this time kill Eric Maxwell. I did not care if it costed their lives and if need by, I needed the human shields. This thought echoed my mind as I followed the horse through the forest. Sure enough, there was a cabin. It made me pause, this cabin. It seemed so familiar. But why?

"I'll leave Baby untied, she won't stray and if she does it'll be because zombies are here," Cam explained, continuing on about the horse.

I stopped listening, wandering up the steps and into the rundown cabin.

I pushed the door open and took a step into the living room. My eyes immediately locked on the furniture that I had piled in front of the window the night before – more as the lack of. I silently cursed for sleeping so deeply that I hadn't woken up to that.

Something moved behind me and my heels spun with my arms flying up. Too slow. The human figure stumbled into my body knocking me to the ground as a scream escaped my lips. His face was sunken in – half his jaw missing and stained with dried blood.

I froze, blinking hard. What was that? A memory? My eyes drifted around the room, sure enough, there was the corpse. Already 3 years into decomposing. I hummed, now I remembered. It was the night before I had met Cameron, Jaxson and Flynn. Three years had already gone by, it seemed so distant now. I tuned into Mira in the back of my mind, do you remember this place?

She stirred, but didn't move.

The woman was truly dead inside.

"We should take shifts," Sebastian said.

I looked up, Cameron and Sebastian were talking among themselves. I frowned, almost forgetting the two were friends. Allowing them to converse, I moved to the window. Pulling a couch from the place before sliding it across the floor and into the middle of the room. Then, I pushed the decayed corpse out the door. Lazily, kicking it off the porch.

"Hey," Sebastian said from behind me.

I turned with a frown, "Do you ever take a break?"

"Not when my girlfriend's in danger," he replied simply.

I snickered. My stupid heart fluttering at that. I'm sure Mira would be over the goddamn moon at his words and yet he spoke them to me and not her. Maybe that would have made her stay. It made me want to switch back over, this wasn't what I imagined. I sat on the edge of the porch shaking my head.

"Let me guess," I said bitterly, "You're taking the first shift?"

He sat beside me, "Yes."

"I'm not surprised," I hummed, "Do you ever grow tired of chasing after her? Round and round in circles like a lost puppy. What has she ever done for you? Because from my memory you are always the one chasing and supporting and comforting."

He was silent and a smile grew on my face.

Then he spoke, "That's what love is. You only think she does nothing because you're in her head. You see out—all that I do and nothing that she does for me. Nothing that I am because of her. I would follow her to the edge of the world and, I knew she'd do the same. Mira steals my breath away. I won't defend her to you because you have no business knowing how she makes me feel, but I will defend all that I do for her because you clearly don't think she's worth it. She is not just a vessel for a parasite, she's so much more than that."

My eyes rolled as I ignored the stupid fluttering in my heart, "Whatever."

"You're crying."

I froze, lifting my fingers to my face. So I was.

"That means she's still there," he said, "And until she comes back, I will follow you. Every time you are weak, every time she fights against you I will fight with her. I am your enemy Zero, I will do all that I can to get Mira back."

It made me angry, "Go away Sebastian."

"No."

My hands threw up in frustration, "Fine."

In an attempt to ignore him, I pulled out Jason Brooks journal. Flipping through it lazily. I had to admit, the book did interest me. He was my creator after all, I wished to learn all that I am and all that I was intended to be. So I began reading, flipping to one of the last pages:

Isle of Paradise. Bio-Gen's location, I had taken a brief trip there. It is closed off, they say the island is radioactive but this is not true. This is so they can work out of the eyes of anyone. They have a full village there, they've started building walls. Something is coming. I am suspicious. They are making this island fully self-serving. Why?

I stopped. That island was within the state. If it still existed it would be the perfect place to go for Mira and her friends. A grin grew on my face, but I was not Mira and I had no interest in paradise. I was after Eric Maxwell not paradise.

"Did you find something?" Sebastian asked.

I closed the book, rolling it up and shoving it back into my pocket.

"No, nothing," I purred.

Perhaps, it was time this book burned. I certainly knew it was time for change. Sebastian could follow me all he wanted because I would follow Eric Maxwell and then, once I found him. I would kill him at all costs. No matter whose life it costed. Even if Mira tried to fight me, I would keep her locked up like she did to me.

My grin grew, this was simply the start of something delicious. 

~ Hey guys! It's Captain, please, please read the next part! 

Also I will be doing a bonus story, whose story would you like to read: Sebastians, Lisas or Cerci? Let