How I Survived The Dead

Infected

Phillip was not bitten. He was not scratched. He was killed by a knife. There was no walker involved. But Phillip still turned. Andrea and I were still on the ground, looking at the zombified Phillip. The same Phillip that had a knife in his head. The same Phillip that tried to kill Andrea and I.

"We should go." Andrea said.

Andrea took the knife from the walkers head and put it in her pocket. I took the doors keys from the walker and opened it. Once we walked outside the house, I heard silent cries. The cries were getting further and further.

"Who do you suppose is crying?" I ask.

"No idea." Andrea replied.

We began running towards the crying. The sun was above us; brightening our path. The cries sounded young. We saw two walkers in our way. Andrea drew her knife and sunk the bloody blade into the skull of the first walker. The walker fell onto Andrea. She handed me the knife and I threw it into the head of the walker. It collapsed onto the ground. Andrea kicked the walker off of herself and took the knife. The cries were still moving, but not as urgent as before.

"Do you think it's Katlynn?" I ask.

"No. They sound higher pitched than Katlynn." Andrea stated.

We kept running after the cries. The thought grew deeply in my mind: was it Katlynn? If not, is Katlynn ok? I remember when Phillip shot her. We neared the cries. It was a girl. It was Sophia.

"Sophia!" I cry.

I hug her. Almost angry.

"Welcome back." Andrea welcomed.

"Did you kill the walkers?" Sophia asked.

"Yes. Your safe now." I reply.

"How did you survive?" Andrea wondered aloud.

"I was in Woodbury. There were people and food and other things like that there." Sophia said.

"But not anymore." Andrea mumbled.

Sophia nodded.

"Where is the rest of the group?" Sophia asked.

Before either of us could say that we didn't know, distant gunshots were heard.

"Let's go!" I say.

We ran towards the gunfire. It had been going on for about 10 minutes. Soon we found ourselves outside a prison. I saw walkers caged in one area eating something or someone. We cautiously approached the doors of the prison. We could hear loud moans from within. Although we also heard gunfire. Andrea took out the knife. We slowly walked inside. I heard screams of pain coming from behind a door that must have a metal bar through the handles on the other side.

"What's going on in there?" Andrea asked whoever was behind the door.

"Andrea?" I heard a voice ask.

"Yeah, it's me." Andrea said.

The doors flung open and Beth dragged us in. Beth quickly closed the doors again and put the metal bar back between the handles. I saw Carol with Lori. Lori was the one screaming.

"She is having her baby." Beth said.

"Shouldn't Hershel do it?" I ask.

"Hershel is... Dad is..." Beth began.

"Dead?" I wondered.

"No. But he has been bitten." Beth replied.

"And your waiting for him to turn?" Andrea demands.