Our World Is Slowly Dying

Going Back

"There's a town nearby. D'ya want to go looking for some food?" Dexter asked.
"I guess," Charlie sulked. She didn't know what her dad would do when he found out she was missing. Or quite frankly if he would care at all. She missed Coby. She wished that if she knew she would eventually have to escape then she would have spent the extra time talking to him about toads and comics. They're gone now.
Dexter and Charlie approached the town. It was abandoned; not even any Infected were there. The more she walked the hungrier she became.
"Dexter, look!" She shouted, pointing to a small corner shop on the street.
"Good spot," he said and they ran in the direction of the corner shop.
They got there and they both stood with there backs to the door, checking for any noise. None could be heard so Dexter lifted up the metal blocker and Charlie crawled underneath. She, from the other side, lifted it for him to crawl under. They put it down gently and began looking for food. It. Was. Full.
"Aw, yeah!" Dexter shouted and Charlie laughed. From the door, she grabbed a basket and started collecting stuff. She grabbed things such as tinned meat; dried fruit; energy bars; water bottles whereas Dexter was cramming biscuits; crackers; crisps, chocolate bars and so on into his bag. They sat down in the middle of the supermarket and started chomping on crackers and chocolate.
"I found this for you," Dexter said and handed Charlie an old backpack.
"Haha, thanks," she said. She stuffed her food in there.
"I was thinking, do you want to go back tonight? And just check they're okay?"
"What would we say happened?" She asked.
"We got lost," Dexter smiled.
"Okay!" Charlie sang.
They continued to venture around the shop when they saw a door, slightly open. They decided to have a look.
In the room, lied a woman and a small boy, almost as big as Coby. There was a bullet hole in his head. Blood crusted on his temple and dripped in puddles on the floor. The woman had a bullet in her head and a gun in her hand.
"Look," Dexter lifted a note next to the woman.
FORGIVE ME GOD
FORGIVE ME
I HAD TO DO IT
DON'T HATE ME
PUNISH ME
FORGIVE ME GOD

"Ew, creepy," Charlie whispered.
"That's what happens when you lose loved ones," Dexter explained.
"Really? Then we need to get back to Coby and Dad!"
"Alright, alright. We'll head off now."

Blood. Screaming. Crying. Biting.
Infected everywhere. Debra was lying in a puddle of her own blood, her legs and arms being chomped away by ferocious beasts. Coby and Crawford were sat in a tent, with Infected scratching away at the material. All of a sudden, holes were being ripped in to the tent.
"Dad!" Charlie screamed and started running.
Suddenly, something terrible happened. Something Charlie would never un-see. Crawford grabbed Coby by his legs, and without a grimace, threw him at the Infected. Hungrily, the Infected chewed away at his shoulders and neck and blood was squirting everywhere. Coby screamed. By screamed, I mean, SCREAMED.
"COBY!" Charlie ran and shot every single Infected with her bow and arrow.
"DAD YOU BASTARD," she shouted and threw a punch, landing straight on his cheek and knocking Crawford out completely. She fell back in misery. Dexter cushioned her fall and comforted her. He too, was crying.
Minutes had passed. Quiet groaning came from the corpse of Coby.
"No," Charlie cried.
"I'll do it if you-"
"No."
Charlie ran to the bag next to the campfire. She got out a pistol.
"Goodbye, Coby," she cried and shot a hole straight in his head.
"Charlie, you'll attract Infected!" Dexter warned.
Charlie wiped her tears from her eyes.
She turned to her unconscious father.
"Goodbye, Dad. I hope they eat you slowly," she snapped.