Still Good

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Beth's pov

She sits beside him and cries her eyes out, still holding his limp hand. "Beth, please take keely upstairs." she whispers. I nod and grab her hand. She refuses to leave. "I want to stay with mom and dad!" she cries. "GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" She screams. We both leave.

Miranda's pov

I just can't seem to hold onto a man. Everytime I meet someone, they die on me. My heart can't handle it. I'll never love again. I hug his side while crying. I feel his hand wrap around me which confuses me but gives me hope. I look up gladly but he's a walker and the grip only gets tighter as he tries to bite me. I scream and fight to get away. "how? You were immunized!" I cry, trying to get my hands on his pistol. I manage to get free and I hold him down with my foot while pointing the pistol at his head. But I can't bring myself to shoot him. I stare at him, horrified as he tries to get up. "it's not him. The real Jason is gone and dead, this is just the monster that controls his body." I whisper, trying to get myself to do it. But I can't. I drop the gun and fall to my knees in tears. He gets up and instead of coming for me, he goes for the stairs. He still has that key. He closes it then locks it!? How can he still know how to do that. I stand up completely shocked. He looks at me but it's not love I see in his eyes. It's hunger. I've picked the pistol back up. He stands still. "Jas-." I start to say then he runs at me and I fire off the gun, hitting his shoulder. He keeps coming. He runs passed me. I'm beyond confused. He stomps the head of another copperhead snake. He's not trying to kill me!? "I guess ya take that til death do us part seriously." I mumble. He sits on the floor. "I can't let you stay like this." I say. He looks up at me gratefully. He stands back up, hugs me, and takes the gun. He hands me the key and points to the stairs. "go." He chokes out. I nod and head for the door. I unlock it then look back at him sadly. The blank look in his eyes is heartbreaking. I go out and close the door. I hear a gunshot that makes me jump. I sit on the trapdoor, just crying hysterically.

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