When the dead start walking, Sam learns that survival is all that matters and people will do crazy things to stay alive and even crueler things to each other.
The walkers aren't nearly as dangerous as people. She had to learn that the hard way.
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1 DAY LATER
The fever had started to set in. Luckily we had made it to the highway but because of how weak Sophia was getting I couldn't carry her on my shoulders, especially not after she dozed off and fell forward. Now I had her in my arms but I didn't stop jogging, not once. I went all night long but nothing. No sign of people not even a single car. I wouldn't give up though, I made a promise to get this girl home.
"You awake Sophia?"
"I-I'm thirsty..." I came to a quick stop and adjusted Sophia so I could use one of my arms to reach back and grab the water bottle out my bags side pocket. Only half left.
"Here, drink as much as you can."
"What about you?"
"I'll be okay, I've gone longer without water. Plus, I'm sure your group has plenty to share." I assured before handing her the water which she took little gulps of. I sighed in fatigue before staring back up the highway, it was small but just over the horizon I was certain I could see some cars.
"When you lost your mom on the highway was it clear like this or were there loads of cars?"
"Lots of cars."
"Good, that's good. Hold on tight." Then we were off again jogging down the road and I was praying to whatever god there was that they give this girl enough time.
Please, get me there in time.
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Hope. After hours of jogging and Sophia's fever only getting worse, we found her moms car with a bunch of food and water on the hood with a message waiting for her in white paint on the windshield.
Sophia stay here. We will come everyday.
Only the message was faded and there wasn't any sign of them having been recently which didn't make me keen on staying there and waiting. The thing that solidified my decision to keep going was a newer message on the drivers side door. An arrow pointing up the road.
The Greene's Farm
"Just a bit longer Soph."
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Night had fallen again and Sophia was only getting worse. She was barely conscious and when she was awake it was either to drink water or to tell me stories about her group. Telling me all about her mother, about how kind and caring she was and even about a boy her age, Carl, who was mean and smelly but was her best friend.
It hurt my heart to hear her tell me about them because I was essentially listening to the last words of a dying girl, words I wanted her mother to hear. I didn't stop her though, I listened to every detail and made mental notes of everyone she mentioned.
