Keeping Him Alive

Remembering

I wish I wasn't here, no I wish my brother was not here. It's too dangerous right now. How will I be able to save him? He is just five. These thoughts kept coming in mind. If only my parents listened to me and the others. They would not be dead if they fucking listened. Wow I just noticed what a jerk I am. Well I could be worse, in a situation like this I think so. Living in a world where the dead just come and eat people, yup I think I am acting like a normal person would.

My thoughts then were interrupted when I felt Danny moving. We both were sharing a sleeping bag, I left my last one at our last shelter. It was overrun by the dead. Great way to forget something. Danny was still sleeping, he just moves a lot in his sleep. With all of the nightmares he gets, sometimes he will wake up and I will just have him cry on my shoulders and I would cradle him.

Can I blame him for having such bad nightmares and depriving me from sleep? I guess not the kid saw me shoot his mom and I left his dad to be eaten by the dead. I thought it would of been harder to kill my mom, and dad, but his were actually much harder. To see the pain on his face, to see him looking at me like I was a monster.

I let a tear escape, and all of it then came back to me like a wave of water trying to suffocate me. "Mommy, Mommy!" I heard Danny scream out. Danny and I including his parents were outside of a house where I was hiding from the dead.

We were in a small neighborhood in Oregon around the first month the dead started to come after the living. Danny's mom was bit, and I knew she was changing. Her husband was standing beside her. I held Danny close to me trying to keep him with me and away from her.

"Please give us our son, We will do anything." begged the dad. I then caught a glimpse of a whole herd of the dead coming our way. I knew Danny and I only had a few minutes till they came to tare us to shreds.

"I can't" I hissed, knowing that I had to get Danny out of there. The dad and mom both looked like they just heard their baby was going to die. Which was probably going through their mind.

"I can't, I just can't your wife she has been bitten, hasn't she?" I asked sternly. They both looked at me like they did not understand a word I said, and why it had to do anything with their baby.

"HAS SHE BEEN BIT?!" I screamed. The mom jumped when she heard my cold voice. The dad then nodded his head shakily up and down.

"Y- yes she has been bit... can you just give us our son so we can just leave we- we don't want anything from you." The dad's words hurt me. Didn't they know? She's already dead. She was bit it means that she is going to change into one of them, one of those things. I shook my head looking at the ground. No no no. I knew she was bit but I didn't  want to really believe it. I did not want to believe that this little boy named Danny would not have a mom, and maybe a dad if he did not come with me.

I then raised my head and I also raised my shotgun. I shot the zombie coming up behind Danny's parents square between his eyes, but you wouldn't have known because what was left of its head flew around and splattered his parents. The mom yelped the dad stood frozen, not knowing what to make of this all. 

"Come on we need to get out!" I screamed. The parents did not move. "Your wife has been bit! The bit become the dead!" I yelled out trying to have them get what I was trying to say. They did not move and before I could shoot the next zombie behind them, the dad got bit right on the shoulder.

Danny screamed out an ear piercing scream. "Daddy!"  I then used my last bullet to shoot the mom right in the head. If only my shotgun held more than two shells at a time I could have saved the dad from the pain of being eaten alive. I put the shotgun on my back and turned the other direction. I tried to drag Danny away from the gruesome scene, but he would not move. I picked him up, carried him, and ran like my life depended on it. Well it kind of did but I really just cared about saving this little boy named Danny.