The Unmentioned

I Couldn't Sleep

"Who's that?", I raised the gun, his head was going to be target practice if I didn't get an answer.

"Drop it. ", Marcus intercepted me and took my gun with the rare grin from Annabella.

" Go get the kit. ", Annabella ordered me, her grin falling quicker then it came.

Why the hell was this pale kid and why does he need our, medicine. It was hard enough finding it.

I lingered on him for a moment before going to gather the first aid kit.
It didnt even qualify as a medical kit, it was just a bag with holes full of aspirin, bandages, thread, tools and other random drugs.

Annabella was boiling water by the pit. "Who is he?", I felt so compelled to ask. The details I could get from him.

"He's gonna be apart of the group now. ", she says." That's if he survives the blood loss and the infected. ", I didn't know how to respond to that, my sisters faith in others was weak.

" He's going to need help with things and I want you to be that help.
Consider it punishment for sleeping so far from the fire...again. ", damn her.

Marcus had taken the kid into the office room that we didn't use.

The desk was cleared and he sat on top of it.His hands were plainly sitting on his lap, palms up. I could see thick crust on his hands and more on his shirt.

"Get in here.", Marcus ordered.

I flinched, he could notice the smallest of things in a second  that would take me an minuet to.

"This is Sam, treat his injuries Annabella is just out there boiling water for the needle.", he had to unload the supplies and clean the guns while I would play nurse to this...stragler.

Great.

I rolled my eyes at him and went to it.
I picked the glass from his hands and cleaned them harshly with the water Annabella brought.

He was good to hold back any whimpers and only hissed.

Then it came time for the worst.
I practically cut open his shirt and could only gasp at the sight of it.

Sam looked away from me and Annabella, his face red.

I could understand that he felt pathetic to have gained an injury; I knew this because I was the same, once when I was younger I had dislocated my left thumb and kept it hidden from my brother and sister for three weeks. I thought that they would judge me because of such a pathetic injury and how I had gotten it.

Annabella unscrewed the cap to a bottle. "What's that?", Sam inquired as she approached him with it.

I would have asked the same thing if I already didn't know that it was whiskey.

The old brown bottle cured the feeling of pain. "Just drink it.", she put the top by his lips. If he didn't drink it then she would hold him down and force him to drink it.

She wasn't one to want to attract roamers with his screams. "It helps.", I say, it would for the best if he just drank it.

He took a wiff, it was strong and made him want to throw the bottle a cross the room. He looked at us as if we were crazy, the fear in them clouded over anything else.

"Just do it. ", she pressed the tip into his mouth and made him drink it.

His eyes widened and fresh hands tried to pull her off with the limited strength he had. She pinched his nose and shoved it into his mouth farther making him gag and choke over the foul smelling drink.

This was to much even for her. "Stop it.", my Stern words erned her attention.

She glared at me and pulled it from his mouth. He gasped and choked on his air.

His opinion of Anabella settled.

"I think I'll handle this one, you can go help Alex or something. ", I wanted to shove her off more, if only she wasn't my sister.

She gave me a warning in her eyes, one that she never used on me
" Th-thank you... ", I look to Sam his face red and

" We're not out of the woods yet.. ", I looked down to him, the exhaustion evident in his eyes.

" Let's just get this over with. ", he could only nod and I went to work.
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I could hear the faint whimpers at night and moans, they were to close to be any infected.

Over the past year or so I had become a light sleeper. The sound of a breaking twig could wake me on my worst day.

I took care of Sam. He was silent and answered all my questions for the most part afterwards.

He had a brother that got infected about a year ago. His dad was most likely gone and I learned that his full name was Samual.

He could fight, he's never killed another person. Only the biters.
I envy him for that.

It wasn't a year ago that I had to kill someone.

I had taken my sisters gun from her duffle and hid it in the growing space between my waist and pants.

That same day we were cornered into some only store. My brother would have been killed had I not done something.

I did what I saw them do so many times in the movies. I pulled out the gun and just shot at them.

I killed the pointing the only visible gun at my brother and then to the one behind me. My sister was the best shot we had and she taught me all I know.

I just killed them and we went on our way that day. My brother snapped the necks of the last two men and we burned them.

Nowadays it's people you watch out for, the infected are just an inconvenience, like a flue that you have to deal with.

I kept hearing the moans.

They weren't walkers so, my curiosity got the better of me.

I looked around, Alex was on watch at the door, she wouldn't snitch on me if she saw me awake; I had blackmail on her.

I had been up late one night and caught her going through my sisters bad, if my sister found out the girl would not be alive now.

I don't even go through my sisters things and she's my sister.

I cralwed from the thin blankets and sloped on my worn boots. I'd need some newer ones soon, the soles of theses were closer to the gavel with each 100 miles.

Since my treating him he had stayed in the office room. Lurking through the draws of the desk and eventually claiming it as his own.

He would need space.

I wasn't as forceful with the questioning as I had ment to be.

When he first arrivred, Annabella had said that I was to be his help.

I guess this is where I come in...

I know guys tend to not want to cry in front of others, I understood that.

I can't cry in front of others and it did take awhile for my parents and brothers deaths to hit me.

I snuck into the office room and found him on the floor.

The blanket we had given him, folded.
He lay on old rug that was as rough as rock with its bristles thick in dry dirt.

So much for the new guy.