I grab the persons hands and start to struggle. The grip tightens and they pull into the shadow of the truck. Some one shines there light at there face, surprisingly its Walker. He shoves me on the ground and put his knees on my arms. His face now over me he glares in my face and says. Remember this hold? Its the one you always used to use on me to beat me! How does it feel to be on the other side! He yells and punches me in the face. Walker, Walker, Walker, you never learn do you? I start try to roll backward and I knee him in the back. Then I use my momentum to make him fall onto the legs. I take the right arm of the ground and swing it at his face. But he grab it and punches me in the chest. I get the wind knocked out of me and I fall back. He puts his knees back on my arms and we grabs my face with both hands. YOUR NOT WINNING THIS TIME, AND IM GOING TO MAKE IT SO YOU CAN NEVER DEFEAT ME AGAIN! I just stare up at him with hatred in his eyes. He speaks again. THOSE ZOMBIES ARE NOT GOING TO BE THE ONES THAT KILL YOU! I WILL BE! He jumps up and kicks me in my side and then in the face. He grabs the collar of the tunic and throws me up against the side of the truck. Hehe. I say quietly as I look at the ground. Him still holding me there he pushes me hard against the metal. WHAT IS SO FUNNY! IM BEATING YOU! I look up into his eyes and I stare for a second. Do you think this is a game Walker? Do you think this is the same game that we played in 6th and 7th grade? He just ponders the question and yells back. WELL WHY ISN'T IT ANY DIFFERENT!? A slit smirk emerges from my mouth and I respond. Because I havn't even begun to play. I grab his arm and I twist it around and he bends over in pain. With his arm still at my wrath I throw him face first against the truck. I whisper in his ear. You didn't think I would let you win the easily did? All he manage to mutter was "ugh". Good then you have learned something, but I still can't let you win. I turn him around and I punch him in the left side of the face then the right and the left, then finally the guts. He falls to the ground with a thud and a Fu..uC..k. I kneel down beside him and whisper one last thing. Look under my bed in my room. I get up and look to my right. Everyone was there staring at me. I stare and then I try to bolt but Vaughn grabs my arm. I glare back at him. Look to you see the state Walker is in? Do you want to end up the same way? He shakes his head no. Then its in your best intrest to let go. He lets go and he puts his hand up and backs away. I turn back and bolt into the darkness once again. I run for at least 5 minutes just making sure no one can follow me. I stop next to a building and listen. Nothing Not a sound not even a cricket, then a bush moves and I pull out my Five Seven. I stand there aiming my gun at the bush like a cop, as I slowly walk towards it I start to feel a harmless auma. A feeling like there is no danger. I lower my gun and say. It's alright come out. Then someone actually stands up, and there not a zombie. Its my old best friend Malek. Oh my god! I run and give him a hug. Holy shit I though after you moved I would never see you again. When Malek and me were in 5th grade we played basketball together all the time, but after the season ended his dad got posted to Ontario after that we never really talked untill now. We walked into one of the houses and we talked for I don't know how long, but then were cut off by the sound of a truck. I look out the window and I see the 18 wheeler pull up a couple of houses down. Jesus crist! I beat the counter top and Malek wlaks over and looks out the window. Whats wrong dude we could ask them for help? No there the ones I'm trying to get away from. What? Why!? Are they trying to kill you or something? No I'll explain later just they can't find me. O..k? He says and we walk over to the door. I open it up just so I can peak out at the truck. What do you see he says? Kneeling down behind me. 2 people ouside with lights. Ok are we gonna shoot them? No no no! I say still looking out the door. We are just going to run the road for a while. Ok I'm ready when you are. He jumps up hopping around like he getting pumped to run a marathon. Ok on Three. I stick the finger out as I count down, One, two. Wait wait wait! I you gonna say One two three go and then we go or are you just gonna say one two three and we go when you say three. I look at him like he is retarted and say. When I say three! God. What? It's good to know these things. He says shrugging. Ok are you ready? I say look out the door again. No he says sighing. Oh fuck dude make up your mind. As I shake my head. Ok one two THREE!
