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This isnt goodbye

"Shane's POV"
I held her cold lifeless body in my arms, "this isn't goodbye".

I shook her once or twice and her head lolled to the side, she was gone. Her skin looked papery and thin and her eyes were cloudy.

Minutes passed as I sat beside her, in shock I was only concentrating on her face as tears ran across my cheeks, when I felt her hand grip onto mine.With people running I bend down and grabbed her shoulders, she was shaking for a mere moment before her yellow eyes met mine.

She thrashed around trying to get out of my grip. I pushed her back and Tommy stepped in front of me with the gun aimed at her head.

She rummaged around in the bushes trying to pull herself up. I paused for a moment and grabbed Tommy's gun I aimed it at her temple, turned my head away and pulled the trigger.

She dropped to the ground, blood dripped down the dirt path. Tommy pulled me away from the blood soaked body and we ran through the field away from the town, leaving my life behind but more importantly my daughter.

12 years later

The sun blared through the torn curtains and I onto my scared, cut face. I had, had a nightmare about her again, how those things ripped into her lifeless body, the feeling that she was gone still hadn't fully hit me even after 12 years in this hell. I made my way to cupboard where I grabbed my gun, ammo and hunting knife.

Bang, bang...

"Come in" I yelled.

"Hey", "how was your sleep?" "Pretty shit,I had another nightmare". "Another one damn", "Yeah", "Should we head out we need to collect our rations".

I grabbed my backpack with what little food and water I had left and we ran outside, luckily over time those things have grown a bit weary of the sunlight otherwise we would be screwed.

We headed to the food bank where the rations are given out. It was quiet, to quiet I Could only hear the sound of my thin soled boots clapping along the footpath, and my uncontrollably loud breathing. Because of the limited amount of natural resources, my health was declining. It had been twelve years since the infection started and I was nearly 42, although I didn't carry a calendar.

We reached the entrance of the hall which was already open.

"That's weird, that gates almost always shut".

I peered through the open door, "what the hell?!"

Just as I yelped in surprise something grabbed a hold of my leg, "help me, please".