JORGE'S P.O.V
"JOOOORRRRGEE!" I heard someone yell from downstairs.
I ran to the stairs, quickly, sprinting down to the noise. Carl was standing there in shock as my son was in front of me. Hung.
I fell to my knees and screamed from the emotional pain.
His lips were blue, his face pale. Jestin's eyes were glued to his right side. Like he had been looking at someone or something.
I heard a bunch of footsteps, and then saw the group hovering around us.
"Oh my..." I heard Rick mutter.
"Who did this?" Maggie asked.
"Jestin did. Isn't it obvious?" Daryl exclaimed.
"No..no...he didn't...there is no chair that he put himself on... Someone forced him..."
Everyone scanned the room. No chair out of place.
"Who did this?!?" Rick yelled at us.
"I think I know..." Rose said, making her way to the front.
"Who?" He asked.
"Jorge..." She stated.
I sat there in shock. "Why would I kill my own son?!? I DIDNT!"
"I heard someone come down here last night. I could hear you threatening him..." She said in a innocent whisper.
"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO HIM, YOU LIAR!" I yelled, my spit flying at her face.
She peeked over my shoulder towards Jestin. Her eyes went wide as she moved Rick out of the way. Towards my son.
She pointed towards his arm,"You knew he was bit..."
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The Walking Dead: Secrets
FanfictionThis is a play I have been writing in school, but I am changing it into a book. It is based off of The Walking Dead, but my version. Still, some of the characters, and others are just added in. A zombie apocalypse occurred and now a group of people...
