A bond where a father dies, but the son lives on, carrying the guilt of his father over the damage done to his best friend's father. Playing the hero, the son severed ties and a best friend's trust. As he tried to mend the damages done, he also tryi...
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Crows cawed in the distance, a nice ambiance that added to the silence the world was in. The forest floor was littered with dead leaves from last autumn over the once lively grass, almost like a parallel to how the dead have taken over the living. Blake Walsh found himself walking in the forest, stepping over the leaves as they made an unsatisfying crunching sound as their figure crushed with each step.
The forest was a constant reminder of his stupid mistake, something he continuously questioned to himself over why he made such a decision that one day ultimately made him lose everyone he loved for the sake of doing something heroic. Blake knew that he was a novice survivor, practically a boy fresh out of middle school when the world fell apart. He didn't know how to fight the dead let alone the living, but he still went after the girl in the forest anyway. He had no course of action on what to do if any of the dead creatures spotted him and ultimately ended up chasing him.
The dead were a lot smarter in the earlier days of the apocalypse; there was no denying that. Blake recalled how they ran after people, desperately wanting to sink their teeth in the flesh of the living. One peep and it was over. They would bend down and try and grab you, they would crawl, they would do anything in their willpower and brain strength to get a hold of you and kill you. Blake didn't intend on having a death wish that day, but everyone in his group assumed he did despite the intention he only knew which was to save Sophia. But it was a selfish and stupid thing to do. He was a kid who didn't know how to survive without protection from the adults.
Everyone was hiding under a vehicle once Rick and Shane warned everyone to take cover under the abandoned vehicles because of an approaching herd of the dead. Everyone was oblivious to the intelligence the dead carried, assuming they were walking dumbasses, but Sophia helped them to prove everyone wrong. Everyone scrambled underneath a vehicle. Lori and Carol ducked under a nearby truck, and Rick hid under a car. Glenn and Shane ducked under Dale's R.V. Carl, Blake, and Sophia all hid under separate vehicles. T-Dog frantically moved around, trying to hide against an abandoned car that would shield him from the dead's view instead of hiding under a vehicle. Andrea hid inside the R.V., her breaths shaking as she tried her best to stay hidden and quiet whilst peaking through the window, watching as the herd passed by. The snarling of the dead along with their feet scuffing against the hot asphalt warmed by the Georgian summer sun made everyone outside hearts race with fear and anxiety. One peep and it was all over.
Everyone stayed in complete silence, waiting for the herd to pass by as the dead all slowly walked in one direction in one swift movement. Blake looked over to Carl, who he could just barely make out through the gaps the roamers' legs had made as they passed by. His blue eyes radiated with both fear and anxiety, yet his facial expression said otherwise. He kept his eye on the boy, hoping Carl would catch him staring so he had him to focus on in case he was getting too nervous. Instead of catching his glance, he watched as Carl moved back further under the car; Blake assumed Carl felt he was uncomfortably close to the edge and could've been spotted. Blake exhaled through his mouth quietly, his heart racing for his group members, hoping nobody would get spotted or the dead don't realize they were hiding under the abandoned vehicles somehow.
