My New Guardian

Him, and what happened

Chapter three

I miss Jeremiah. I miss his morning kisses. I miss his words of encouragement when I need them most. But most of all, I miss him. He was my other half. My one true love. Most importantly, he love his son. He loved Sean. He loved him so much, he gave his life to protect Sean. Sean was his life's purpose, and he's now mine. We got married young. Well, for most people anyways. We were nineteen. But we were in love. We had grown up together in Georgia, and basically had know. Since we were fifteen that we would be together for the rest of our lives. Or so we thought. But of course that was before the dead started rising to eat the living. At twenty one, I had baby Sean. He was a big baby; healthy. Of course we had no idea how to care for a baby. But we figured it out together. Then, seven months later, the news started filling with crazy stories of parasites, diseases. Theories of the dead rising. It was overwhelming. But we had each other.
Two months after that, the government has shut down. Along with many businesses, and also military bases had been demolished. There seemed to be nothing left.
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Later that month, it happened. We were in a convenient store, getting some supplies, out of no where, walkers stormed in. In a few seconds Jeremiah was surrounded. Sean was in his arms screaming and crying. He crouched on his hands and knees and acted as an umbrella to cover Sean. He protected him at all costs. Before I could grab my gun, the flesh eaters had already got a big bite out of Jeremiah. My eyes where blurry with tears, but I grabbed my gun and put a bullet straight through each of the 4 walkers surrounding him. He looked up at me with his familiar eyes and smiled. Through the pain of being ripped apart he looked up at me, and smiled a warm, loving, gentle smile. "I love you." He faintly whispered. And his eyes rolled back in his head and let out a slow breath. And just like that, he was gone. his arms were still wrapped around Sean; who was crying but not bitten or injured. I picked him up, my arms shaking so much from shock, I was worried I would drop him. I put my gun in its holster, my knives in my boot and ran. Supporting Sean's head- holding him right to my chest. I just ran. I ran until I honestly could stay on my feet any longer.