Flashlight. - Joe Sugg // Walking Dead

FIVE

Beautiful birds were chirping a song which woke me up. I felt two warm arms around me which were holding me in place so I wouldn't fall of the couch. ''Come on, handsome.'' I joked to the sleeping face. Joe mumbled but didn't woke up. With a couple of bumps I released myself from Joe's hairy arms. ''Don't you wanna go see Caspar and Oli?'' I asked him as I stood up and pulled on my shoes. Joe immediately woke up and jumped up. ''Let's go.'' He said with a typical morning voice as he pulled on his shoes. ''Don't you want to eat some breakfast first?'' I asked him but Joe was already removing the couch from the door. ''I assume that's a no.'' I said when Joe didn't reply. Joe was already outside while I looked around to see if I needed anything to bring with me. ''Give me a second.'' I said and turned around to check the rooms for weapons. The kitchen had sharp knives, so I decided to take two of them. Afterwards I walked to the little cell block. Moaning immediately sounded through the air. With a knife I knocked against to iron bars, which made the prisoner come a bit closer. Just when he was close enough I slammed with my knife through his head, not even realizing he used to be a real person.

I catch up with Joe, and give him one of the knifes. ''Where to go?'' He asked me. I pointed at the right direction and we started to walk without having a talk. Joe wanted to see his friends, which I totally understood but on the other hand I felt a bit shitty. When we'd arrive at Caspar and Oli's, Joe would stay there and I'd continue my walk lonely. ''Did my friends send you away?'' Joe asked me, I noticed he was the one walking in front now. ''Sort of, yeah.'' Was my reply as I caught up with Joe. We walked for several minutes over the streets without saying a word. The sound of a hungry stomach from Joe broke the silence. I opened my back and threw him a tin of food while I grabbed one for myself aswell. ''Thanks.'' He said as he tried to open it with his bare hands. I helped him by putting the knife into the tin and a bit of fruity water spat out. ''You think this mess will be over soon?'' Joe asked me as he chew on his breakfast. ''Depending on the fact that we might be the last survivors, probably not. On the other hand there could be some sort of army we don't know about.'' I told him my honest opinion and looked to the horizon. No moaning, not even far away. It felt a bit suspected, like something was off but I didn't think it was such a big deal. ''What were you doing before the apocalypse?'' I asked Joe, trying to get to know him a bit better. ''Were you a, erm, farmer?'' I guessed which made Joe chuckle. ''I was a roof thatcher actually, how about you?'' He responded and surely didn't want to continue about that specific subject. ''I wasn't doing anything, really. One day I was improving my guitar skills, the other day I was trying to do some tree climbing.'' I explained and saw some object moving in the distance. ''There.'' I whispered and pointed at the moving thing. My hands slowly moved to my knife, and my fingers tightened around the object. We casually walked forward as if we didn't saw the moving object. When we were close enough, I saw it was a person sitting on the ground, moving to the left and right. ''Walker.'' I whispered to Joe and he understood he had to grab for his knife. The Walker was sitting with his back to ours, so we couldn't see a face. A collapse just on the right of me made me turn me head to see Joe who accidentally kicked a tin. ''Sorry.'' He mouthed without any noise. What did make a noise, was the Walker who was now turning around. I made myself ready to smash into the head but I could stop myself just before I actually did it.

It wasn't a Walker, it wasn't dead. It had black, messy hair and tired eyes. ''Please.'' It's voice scrambled. His lips lost the red color. ''Please, kill me.'' He continued and looked right into my eyes. ''Do you have any weapons on you?'' I asked him. It was the worst way to begin a conversation, but I had to ask it. ''I would've killed myself if I had.'' He said, his voice was cracking all the way. My eyes scrolled to Joe, who was a bit breathless. I decided to take the risk and hold out my hand. ''You're coming with us, alright?'' I asked him as I kneeled down. ''Why don't you just kill me?'' The boy asked me. His beard was long and dirty, but he still looked pretty young. ''I'm not letting you die sadly.'' I kept sticking to my decision and waited for the boy to give in. He finally did and stood up with a lot of effort. ''Here.'' I said and gave a tin of fruit to the boy, he looked my age. ''Thank you.'' He whispered and looked at Joe, who was still a bit shocked. ''We need to keep moving.'' I said as I heard the soft moaning of Walkers behind us. They were still far away, but every second was worthy.

I helped the boy walking and so did Joe. Joe clearly didn't like the idea of helping this stranger, but I bet he knew this was the right thing to do. Joe just wanted to go to his friends, but that didn't mean we had to leave others for death.

''How have you survived for such a long time?'' I asked the boy, who was breathing heavily. ''I sat on that road for weeks. Walkers passed by but non wanted me. Not a single one tried to eat me. My family passed away, but the zombies didn't let me be part of that.'' He explained and sniffed a bit.

I nodded but kept thinking about what the boy said. Why didn't the Walkers eat him? Was he special somehow?