Alone *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

Chapter Sixteen: A Fallen Brother

Warning: Slight feels
THIS SONG IS SO SAD I THINK IT FITS ANTHONY'S DEATH
Song is
We Used to Live by Evgeny Emelyanov

Anthony screams in both terror and pain as the walker rips off a small chunk of flesh from his shoulder. I scream Anthony's name while I shove down the walker I was fighting to the ground. The next few moments were a blur.

I pull out my gun.

I shoot the downed walker in the head, killing it.

I run over to Anthony.

I shove the attacking walker to the ground in a fit of rage, then when it's down, I aim the pistol right at its skull and pull the trigger, again and again until the clip is completely emptied.

Anthony falls to the ground beside the freshly killed walker, blood pouring out of the wound on his shoulder.

I drop to my knees beside Anthony, the pistol slipping out of my grasp and making impact with the ground. He's sobbing, clutching his shoulder with his uninjured hand and breathing heavily. Then I start trembling, on the brink of a complete breakdown. I hardly know anything about first aid, but I know that I have to stop the bleeding. I lean over Anthony and put one hand on top of the other and I press down on the wound with the fabric of his jacket. Anthony cries out in pain as I continue to press down. I'm hurting him.

Blood gushes all over my hands, seeping between my fingers. There's just so much blood. I can't even move my hands to get the first aid kit or I'll risk Anthony losing more blood.

I don't even know how to save him.

"Anthony?", I say shakily, "I-I need you to keep your good hand on the b-bite while I get the first aid kit, okay? Can you d-do that for me Anthony?"

Anthony frantically nods his head up and down, tears in his eyes.

I remove my hands from Anthony's wound and rush over to my backpack that I set beside the minivan. I quickly dig around in it until I finally find the small kit at the very bottom. I run back over to Anthony and tear open the kit. There's some bandages, ibuprofen, hydrogen peroxide, band-aids, and q-tips. I don't know if any of this stuff is even going to work. Then the worst thing happens: Anthony falls silent.

I glance over my shoulder to look at him. He's not making any sounds, or breathing. I run back over to him and put my head over his chest to listen for a heartbeat. I can barely hear it.

Anthony shifts around slightly, opening his eyes to continue his sobbing. He looks up at me with terrified eyes and says, "D-David, I'm s-s-s-scared."

I grab a hold of his hand, my entire body trembling and I assure him as the tears begin to slowly drip from my eyes, "It's okay, Anthony. You're gonna be fine. I...I promise..."

The only thing I can hear besides a chilling wind is Anthony's raspy breathing as he stares into my eyes, blood soaking his jacket and neck.

Then Anthony says something that I will never forget:

"I-I don't want to die."

Then it happens.

My heart drops to my stomach as I watch the light fade from his eyes, staring into nothingness. I can barely hear his last breath before my brother completely goes limp.

"A...Anthony?", I utter, my voice breaking.

I shake his body, trying to get a sign that he's still alive, but he doesn't even move.

I break down in tears, pulling my little brother close to me. I wrap him in my arms, not caring about the immense amount of blood that drips onto the front of my jacket.

This feels so unreal that it can't be happening.

But yet here I am, cradling my dead brother in my arms, rocking him back and forth like a baby, just hoping that he'll come back to me.

But then I realize: Anthony's been bitten, which means that he is going to come back.

As a walker.

No.
I'm not going to let Anthony come back like that, I can't let him. But to do that, I have to shoot my own brother in the head. So, I gently set my brother down, and walk over to my backpack, loading another clip for my pistol.

I slowly walk back over to where Anthony lies...He looks so peaceful...

I raise the gun at Anthony's head, my arm shaking.

I look away from him, my cold face wet with tears, and I pull the trigger.

I collapse to my knees next to Anthony's body, sobbing even harder now.

Just as the snow begins to fall.