Walking With The Dead

Wait

I stopped the car with a jerk. i just wanted to cry. What have i done? I hadnt gone very far, maybe a mile at the most. I turned around in my seat and looked out the back window. Maybe i should go back.

And that is exactly what i did. i turned the car around and drove back to the scene of horror. I saw the pile of dead walkers, the two cars, and the three people, sitting on top of a car, holding Rick in their arms. It looked like they were crying, and thats exactly what they were doing. He must of passed by now. I pulled the car up close to the others and stopped. I just sat there for a minute, thinking. The woman climbed off of the car and walked to the smashed out window of my car.

"I didnt want to do that," I said before she had the chance to do or say anything. "I never want to kill people."

She only nodded, and motioned for me to come over to them. I figured, i might as well. If they shoot me, then i suppose thats the way its meant to go down.

I got out of the car and walked towards the boy and woman. Upon closer look, that boy was very cute. I felt even worse for killing his father.

"Carl? Thats your name?" i asked quietly.

He nodded.

"I so sorry. I feel awful." i said sympathetically.

He nodded again, this time muttering some worfs under his breath, he was quiet, but i could still make out what he was saying.

"Ive seen so much death in my life. Im only 15 years old, and ive seen more friends and family die in front of me than any person should ever have to. People who have cared for me, kept me safe. My mother died while giving birth about a year ago. Many of my friends were killed in cold blood. Many others were just separated from me. The last place we were at wasa perfect haven. Walls, cells, showers, a library, an infirmary, we even had a farm with pigs and horses. And then it was all taken from us. We've been moving non stop. My dad, he went insane. Its probably best that hes gone."

I had tears in my eyes. This boy was just holding on to life, but only by a thread. He had lost hope. I needed to do something.