Walking With The Dead

Too Late

This always happens, i thought to myself. Every time, this happens.

I looked down at my now dead best friends' body. Its been almost half an hour since i had to put him down. Not again, i hate doing this. I leave for 10 minutes, and i come back to find him fighting off a walker. The walker won. I took down the walker, and out my friend out of hia misery. Ill miss you, old friend. 

As i pack up what little things we had, i peered out the window and noticed a small group of people. It was dark, so i couldnt see exactly how many people there were, 3 or 4 i think. I should probably atay out of their way for now, theyre dragging their feet and bags, theyve probably been walking for a long time. They dont need to deal with a stranger right now.

I closed the curtain and walked over to the door, and locked it shut. My father taught me how to secure a door if there wasnt already a lock on it amongst many other things before he got lazy, before he stopped paying attention, before he got himself amd my sister killed. I secured the door and walked upstairs to where we had been sleeping. My first night on my own. Well, that was a lie. Ive been on my own before, but its been so long since i have been. Theo, my best friend, or, my former best friend, had miraculously bumped into me on one of his runs, and we'd been together since. That was 4 months ago. And now im on my own again. I sighed softly. I should probably get some sleep, I'll leave in the morning. I slipped off my shoes and shirt, and climbed into the bed. It didnt take long for me to drift off to sleep.