When we crumble(#wattys2015)

9.The Dead

Every step i took made the aching worse. I ached physically, mentally and emotionally.

When i went back to the building it was still surrounded with walkers. So i was going to wait it out. Or at least when there was only a few. But it's been a day. And i heard a scream. All I could do was leave. So i did.

A part of me was blaming myself and the other part was saying i had to survive and surviving is what I'm gonna do.

sprawling the map on the car I examined it. I'm almost out of new york. But night will come as soon as i reach the borderline of the country.

My face got closer. It's houses in that area I suppose. Once the map was rolled up again I continued my journey.

After a few minutes later the sound of dragging and moans filled my ears.. Up ahead were three walkers. I had two options here. One i can go around which would take time or two kill them quickly. Two it is.

I was like a lion stalking its pray. My body pounced on the first one. The cool knife sunk into the walkers throat.

One of the walkers headed towards me and caused the other to follow. They lined in front of me. My muscles tensed as I forced the knife in their skulls.

"Damn." My words floated in the air as i continued my journey.

I arrived at the border. Not any other form of life. The streets cracked. Trees were dead and the smell of death lingered.

At the edge of the road was a little house. It's windows were boarded. Perfect.

My foot nudged the door open knife in hand.

"Hello?"

As I expected no response. But that didn't mean it was empty.

Thats when i heard chewing.

The sound was my guide. But every step I became more tensed. The sound led me to a bedroom.

A little boy was eating something that looked like a rat. Blood on his face and clothes. He looked at me with empty eyes and lunged.

I managed to catch him and slam him against the wall. He was trying to call at me.

My knife went to his head."I'm so sorry." The knife sunk into his skull. His body went limp.

Air left my lungs. My body wanted to throw up but I wouldn't let it.

I found myself clutching the bathroom sink. When I looked up my heart stopped. The boy looking at me wasn't me. My light brown eyes looked tired. My curly hair was in tangles. My brown skin was soaked in blood giving the impression that i was blushing.

My body tried to throw up again but i still fought it.

"I had to kill." I reassured myself. " Having a good heart is a death sentence in this world." I stood up straight at the thought of my dads words.

He was right. And I'm not ready to die.

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