I wake up, not to the ceiling of dinner, or a bunk bed. I wake up in a dark room, with only a light bulb on the ceiling to give light. There wasen't any sign of live, and i started to think that i was seeing things.
Then, after some seconds of silence, a human like figure came out of the shadows. It wasen't a person or a human, it was like figure of gas, black gas. This "gas" person had shining yellow eyes that came out of his "head".
He didn't let out a word for some seconds, but then he got close to me. Since we were the same height, we were face to "face". "It was you... you killed him," said the gas figure with a deep and rough voice. I was about to ask "what?" but i got interupted. "That bullet is on you... Ethan,"I finally understood what this was all about... and i got to remember that moment... again.
I stutter a little and tried to talk "I didn't saw that raider, i wasen't aware of him," "Bullshit!" yelled the gas figure. Now he sounded more normal, and even... young. "You counted eight raiders, Ethan. Eight!"
The memories and flashbacks were really strong, i needed to get out. I tried to run, but my feet were just... stuck. "Now tell me, what will you do if this happens,". In a instant, another light bulb turned on, giving light to a raider with a knife on... Clem's throat.
I looked at the gas figure and said "No... please,". With all my strenght, i got my feet to unstuck, and ran to Clem, but a goddamn invicible wall hit me. I was punching, kicking and yelling for the wall to break or something.At the same time, screaming and... begging to the gas figure to stop this.
Blood started to flow from Clem's throat, and i started to bang even harder. I once again looked at the gas figure, and now with a normal voice he said "If you couldn't save Willy, how will you save her?" I came back to seeing Clem, and then the gas figure yelled "HOW!"
That "how" sounded like my voice. The raider cut Clem's throat, and i wake up... 'It was all a dream' i thought.
I was awake, now in the real world. I saw the bunk bed and that gave me a sweet feeling of relief. It wasen't all good though, i started to feel something in my right hand, like a tingle. I got a little bit up, and saw my hand shacking. I was sure i wasen't doing it, it was like if my hand was alive.
I started to get nervous, so i hold it with my left hand, and it stop. I let out a sight, and got up from the bed. I stretch a little bit, and started to walk to the door, until i rember about Willy. Out in the yard, Louis and the rest were already in the little grave yard, with two shovels filling the hole.
I got close with the rest of them, and my eyes were already gettig wet... and the memories... they hit non stop. Louis, Violet, Ruby, Omar, Clementine and Aasim where there, with his faces looking to the ground.
Not seeing Willy felt weird... and painfull. I realized AJ was missing, i was about to ask Clem about him, but Aasim interupted me. He came to me, and then push me. I didn't now what was this all about, but i wasen't in the mood to fight.
"This is all your fault!, if you would've control yourself, non of this would've happened." i was freeze, not because i got scared of him, but the fact that he was right. Immediatly after that, Violet yelled "Aasim, what the fuck?".
Aasim looked at her, and then walk off, hitting me with his shoulder in the process. I wasen't annoyed, i still had his words on my head. Ruby ran for Aasim, and i now went to Clem's side. "Ethan, shit im sorry. I told Aasim what happened at the town, and well... he didn't like it," explained Louis
I didn't answear to that, and Clem added "Ethan... it wasen't your fault," i let out air, and with a voice with no energy, i said "I keep telling that to myself... it dosen't work,". Clem looked at me with sadness, and maybe the same guild.
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The Walking Dead: The Newcomer
FanfictionTwo weeks after the events of The Final Season of The Walking Dead games. We met Ethan, a 16 year old boy, that haves lost a lot. His mother, his father, and the only group that he had left. Now that his alone, Ethan haves to deal with the sadness (...