Chapter Eight

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CHAPTER EIGHT

All my own injuries were immediately forgotten when I looked at the chunk of my dad's arm where flesh was missing.
"Stay right here dad...I'm gonna clean this up. We're lucky he didn't bite a more dangerous area. This part won't bleed to badly."
"Okay..." He said closing his eyes and laying his head against the wall.
I went into the kitchen and pulled the bottle of alcohol out of the cupboard. It was almost empty but this would have to do. Those things were probably full of disease.
I went to the bathroom for the first aid kid and kneeled beside my dad.
"I'll have this patched up in no time." I said.
"That's good..." He mumbled keeping his eyes closed. "Hey, Charlotte, where is Emma?"
My breathing hitched. He thought I was mom...? "No, it's me, dad."
"Oh? You're letting Emma learn how to fix wounds now, Charlotte?" He paused. "That's probably a good idea." His voice was barely a whisper now.
"Dad! Keep talking to me...don't fall asleep on me." I unscrewed the cap of the bottle with one hand and poured it all over the bite.
This made my father jump. His eyes shot open and he stared at me.
I started wrapping his arm with ace wrap. My mind was too preoccupied with the bite to hear my father's breathing stop. When he woke up again he was gone and a he was one of those things. I looked up at him and he launched himself forward to me. My back hit the wall and all I could do was stare at him. He was regaining his feet and coming towards me. My hand climbed up the dresser for something to use to defend myself.
Get up Emma. Get up now! It's the bite. The bite made him this way. He isn't in there anymore you won't hurt him. Do something!
I got to my feet but my legs felt like rubber. I turned around and he world around me seemed slow. My father's gun was there. I reached to grab it but my hand stopped.
"I can't do this..." I said. "Help me." My plea for help of course wouldn't be heard. We were alone.
Emma grab it and shoot him! Shoot him now!
No, you can't. He's your father!
He isn't your father anymore! Do it before he bites you!
My conscience battles inside my head but at some point I grab the gun. I turn around and he is there now.
'Pull the trigger, Emma...' The voice is soft and familiar to me. The voice fills me with memories. She's in all of them. My mother...Charlotte.
All I can hear is her soft voice encouraging me. "I miss you, mommy..." I said before pulling the trigger. I didn't see if it hit before I lost consciousness. If it didn't...I'll be one of them...maybe life will be easier.


A/N: hiya guys! What do you think...? Also, don't worry... Daryl will show up... Sorry it's taking so long! XD

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