Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

[Book 2] Chapter 7

[Payton's POV]

'What do you mean?' I screamed. 'Daryl's not going to be killed by the group!!'

Ben snarled as he suddenly reached forward and flicked me on the lip. 'Just forget I said anything, wrong time and place.'

'NO FREAKING SHIT!!' I snapped and slammed my free hand forward, connecting straight with his jaw.

He tumbled backwards as I heard his jaw dislocate from the hardness of my punch, he fell down smashing back first onto the floor as he hissed and cursed uncontrollably, dropping his gun as he grabbed at his jaw, holding it tenderly as his body shook in both anger and pain.

'You shouldn't have told me at all! You're such a bloody arsehole! I hope when walkers get you that you die slowly and painfully then get stuck somewhere and never ever feed so you starve, I hope you find people you once knew and tear them to FUCKING PIECES!!!' I screamed and dropped to my knees, punching him again in the stomach as tears fell free from my eyes.

To be honest, I was unsure why I was reacting so badly.

Because inside, I felt only numb. I felt like those words muttered by a man I've known the majority of my life had managed to rip out my heart and soul before burning them before I could feel a single emotion.

I froze on the spot as Ben cried out in pain and blood oozed from his nose and dribbled down his cheeks onto the floor where a puddle quickly began to form.

'You're insane.' He spluttered, blood coughing out of his mouth, some landing on my cheek.

I brushed it away in disgust and tears continued to fall and I stared at Ben in such anger, but still numb.  'How am I insane?'

'You just beat the shit out of m-me.' He snarled as he rose to his feet, brushing off dirt and blood as if they were simply bits of dust. 'Now come on, we need to get the stuff and go before the walkers smell the blood.'

I stood to my feet as well and as soon as the weight evened out, I realised what I had just done, and fell to the floor again.

Holy crap... I just- I just- I can't believe- 

I actually hurt him, I actually punched and kicked him and made him bleed.

"You're insane." Ben's words began to race around my head like go-karts.

"He's going to be killed..."

"... try to stop them, they'll kill you too."

Daryl... Killed... No! He can't be! They wouldn't decide that, not without him able to plead his case, what world do we live in now where we can't even have a proper court ceremony?

"Isn't that great?!"

I whimpered and blubbered like a child as saliva and tears mixed and dripped of my chin. 'Why does this world SUCK SO BAD?!?!'

Benjamin sighed, but he didn't step forward, or back which I guess was a good thing, he just stood there, staring at me, I didn't look at him out of shame but I knew he was just staring at me, perhaps glaring, perhaps holding his gun ready to shoot.

'Stand up, Payton. I can hear something.' He hissed after a few minutes. 'Other than the sound of you snotting everywhere.'

I gulped, jumping to my feet, though I was a little wobbly on them.

Christ, I'm a mess, a few weeks ago I wouldn't have stopped beating Ben because I honestly wouldn't have cared, I wouldn't have cared if he told me Daryl was to be put to death.

'The shops empty,' I mumbled, wiping snot and saliva from my mouth as I held my sword up high.

'Ok.' He whispered then whimpered.