She believed him. Hell if she knew why but she did. Besides, it was better if someone heard it and it looked like someone actually wanted to listen to her. Not just mess around or anything but to really find out what her story was. It was kind of a new experience and she had to wonder where she even began.

Might as well start at the beginning.

"Around twenty years ago, the Infection spread all over. Everything went to hell and no one could stop it. No cure, no way to put an end to it since being near it meant a risk of being infected too. About four years after it hit, two adults had a little baby Riley. Things were bad but it could have been worse. Skip ahead several years and the dad gets infected. With no way to stop it, he went fucking batshit and ripped into the mom, tearing her apart into little pieces while little Riley watched. When she stopped moving, he turned on Riley instead. Not knowing what else to do, she killed him to live. Not long after that, the military picked her up. Hooray she wasn't infected so they tossed her in the school."

Why the fuck was she talking like this was some other person named Riley? She had no idea but somehow being detached helped right now since she didn't have anger or fear into motivating her to yell it out.

She didn't even know that her eyes had a haunted look to them, like she could see the deaths of her parents happening in her lap.

"At the school, they teach you to kill a rebel group called the Fireflies. When you're sixteen? Bam. New member of the military."