Burning Daylight

Chapter Six

Carlos sits on the cold floor beside Rebecca's dead corpse. Looking down at her with sad eyes and letting the time tick by slowly without doing anything about it.

 

I shot Claire for killing Rebecca, Carlos must feel horrible for hastily letting her in, he's been making a lot of mistakes lately... I wonder why.

I glance over at him while he closes Rebecca's eyes, hesitating on if he should put a bullet through her skull, or risk the chance of her coming alive and gripping his throat in a crazed frenzy; after all he must feel that’s what he deserves.

The wind is quiet, and my head doesn't pound a whole lot anymore, which means I'm finally feeling better again. Thank god, there’s nothing worse than being sick and being hunted down.

 

It would be the right thing to do; it's better than coming back as a Lurker. Hopefully he makes the right choice.

I turn back around, stuffing my blanket inside my purple bag, the flames in the fireplace are nothing but crisp embers that vaguely light the huge, decaying room, and the blood splatters from where the recent events occurred smell strongly of iron.

Did I really murder someone like that? I can't believe I did that without thinking.

I look down at my hands that are slightly covered in blood; I never would have imagined I’d be the one to kill someone like that; all I’ve ever killed were Lurkers… But it had to be done; she would have killed us after Rebecca if I hadn’t have done something.

But I did it to protect myself and Carlos... Like how Lee protected me all of those times way back when.

Carlos walks over slowly, picking up the revolver that's down by my feet, avoiding my eyes at all costs. He knows it's time. Time to put a bullet between her eyes so she doesn’t return as one of them.

 

He's going to destroy her brain, so she won't come back. It's what she would have wanted anyways... I wonder if the unborn child will turn its best not to think about that now.

I remember her always telling me not to let her become one of those things, if I had to kill her while she was still alive she'd want me to instantly. But I'm not the one making the choice right now, Carlos is. And honestly he should be one to make the choice since he didn’t do much to stop Claire.

Standing up slowly, I watch Carlos fire the last bullet into Rebecca's skull; making sure she won't return followed by faint sobs emitting from his direction. Clearly there was more in this picture than I know about.

I can't help but feel bad; I should have just shot Claire the second I suspected something. I had no idea Carlos would be this upset; considering she was married.

He reaches into his pocket, pulling out several more bullets and reloading the chamber while walking towards me, placing the gun in my hand without another word. His eyes avoid mine but his body language says it all.

 

Carlos hasn't spoken in the past hour ever since the incident. I wonder if he'll ever come around.