𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱

We got ourselves into so much shit.

We was just sitting with the gang - me, Hosea, Javier and Sean around the fire and everyone else God knows where.

And we hear screams. It ain't uncommon in this area, you get shot left and right and learn to leave it alone.

But then we realised it was Micah.

No sane man would rush to save such a useless piece of human filth but Dutch sprung right on it. Again, no sane man.

When Dutch got back, he looked harrowed. Sean, the little bastard, was quick to point that out, with his usual spouting of whatever the hell he finds himself thinking about.

" What's up with you, Dutch? You see Micah pissing or something? "

As we was all laughing, Dutch laid a firm hand on my shoulder and pulled me aside, Sean losing his grip on my sleeve and being dragged to the floor as I stood.

I was pulled over to his tent, the boys watching us like hawks.

" Now, Son, you know this isn't something I'd joke about. But. "

He squeezed my shoulder.

" Micah- There's no easy way to say this, and this is a serious matter so I trust you not to laugh; Micah got his dick bitten off by what I can only assume is the start of the apocalypse. "

Now, if Dutch weren't holding me so damn tight and I didn't value my life, I would've been howling, but it was no such matter. Dutch sent me back to the boys to break the news in the least humorous way possible. I sat myself back down, Javier shuffling to let me sit next to him instead seeing as Sean would only end up grabbing and bruising my arm again.

" Right, fellas. Don't laugh, because I can't afford Dutch on my ass 'bout this but- Micah got his bell bitten off by like- a zombie or whatever the hell Dutch thought that was, and told me to tell y'all. "

I was fighting demons not to laugh, the smallest of squeaks coming from Javier and Sean as they forced themselves not to laugh, not having as much self-control as me and Hosea. I could feel Dutch's eyes on us.

We might've even went back to our conversation if we didn't then hear shrieks and screams from the west of our camp. We'd only just cut Kieran down yesterday, we was hoping he wasn't causing trouble but with what we saw, maybe we would've preferred that a whole lot more.

By the time we got there, Miss Grimshaw was already being ripped apart. Even I couldn't move. Hosea was the one to shoot the creature. Miss Grimshaw may have been one of the most unpleasant old hags I'd ever met but dear God it pained me to see her torn to shreds. From her screams, she'd been alive through most of the pain. I couldn't begin to understand how scary her last moments must have been.

Dutch called us all to his tent. We knew we couldn't stay here if this really were the apocalypse. Young Jack too. We couldn't let him be exposed to even more violence, not at his age. Tilly was carrying him, having immediately went to his and his mother's side when we discovered Susan's body.

We began packing up, with me, Javier, Charles and Hosea looking out for these undead hellbeasts.

What the hell was we going to do?