Promises

Chapter Twenty Nine

I packed a bag full of the essentials: spare clothes, gun with ammo, a little bit of food, two bottles of water, a knife and my note book with a pen in it.

At first, they wanted me to go with Hershel, Judith, Carl and Beth but then they agreed that it would be best for me to fight. Rick wanted George to go but he was too stubborn to go.

My body was as stiff as a rock. I heard the roar of he engine before I saw them. Towers were their first target and that's where I was. They brought down the gate, easily, and I aimed from behind. Ready for the signal. Ready for a sign telling me to shoot. I was hidden but I could easily shoot them.

I didn't know where everyone else was, I made sure to tell everyone not to tell me. In case I was caught, I didn't want to screw the whole plan up.

The alarms started blaring and I raised my gun. I was ready. As soon as they started coming out of the cell block. I started picking them off. They just got into their car and drove off.

I climbed down the tower and got my knife out. I wanted to make sure that they didn't turn, they were already a threat without turning. I slowly did them one at a time, even the ones who were shot in the head. The last one. A scream escaped my lips. My dad came running, he saw what made me scream and pulled me into a hug. His warm chocolate eyes were glazed over. I fell to the floor in a heap. Dad pulled me up and took me inside of the prison.
"Jas, what's wrong?" Beth asked, walking over.
"Th-they..." was all that escaped my lips.
If I said it then it was true. It couldn't be true. It had to be a lie. A dream. A hallucination.
"George is dead..." dad whispered.
Everyone went silent. He wasn't meant to be there. He should of gone with Carl. I walked away from dad, went to George's cell and looked around. It was a mess, like always. I laid on the bed and pull his sheets around me. No one came in and disturb me. His blankets smelt of him. I had decided that I wasn't going to leave his bed. I thought that when I was in the tower, I could save everyone but I just ended up not being there.

I could save anyone.

I pulled my bag up from the floor and pulled out the photos. I pulled them close to me. Holding them.

Footsteps. Talking. People. People who aren't in our group. I pull out my gun and walk out of the room. A woman.
"Calm down." The woman told me.
"You were there!" I screamed, "You killed him!"
"Killed who?"
"George..." and with that I lifted up my gun.
"Jasmine!" Dad grabbed my gun.
"She's crazy..." the woman muttered.
"The governor killed her boyfriend. They were very close." Dad explained, "But you're apart of our group now."

He's gone and it's their fault. I can't, won't, trust any of them.

(I'm going to continue this on another story for the start of season four)