Keeping Him Alive

Untitled Part 6

The dead one was on the floor and it looked like his legs had shattered, because he was not getting up. His hands greedily stretched out towards Danny and I. I hid Danny behind me, and I felt him peak at the thing from behind me.

"Excuse me Danny." I said as I pushed him further back. When Danny was a good distance away I brought the axe above my head and used all my strength to slice the dead ones head in half. I was satisfied when I heard the crack of when the axe hit the ground after it sliced through its head.

I dropped the axe, and backed away from the dead thing to lift up my sleeve to show my arms. I then showed Danny my "guns" and smiled. He just giggled, but I would say that I have buffed up ever since this whole end of the world thing happened. 

I looked up at the window, the glass shattered everywhere on the ground beneath me. I looked back at the dead one I killed. Half his head was gone from where I sliced it. I smiled at the work I did. Danny came and stood next to me. He put his hand in mine and we both looked at the dead one for a bit. 

At the moment I felt very sad, I don't know why but I did. I noticed that at random times for no reason at all I would get this deep sadness in me. The sadness grew from my chest to everywhere around me. At this moment I had no reason to be sad.

 I had killed a dead one, I have killed hundreds. We just escaped, Danny and I. Shouldn't I be happy? I just saved our lives. Shouldn't I be happy that I am alive? That Danny is alive? Maybe the problem is, is that maybe I wish I weren't living. Maybe I wanted to be the dead one right in front of me. Maybe.....

 I didn't know how I felt anymore, and I have had this feeling way too many times. It is actually frightening later to ponder on what I was thinking. Do I really want to die? Why? Oh wait, I know why, I live in this god damn world that went to hell, that's why. 

I then felt Danny grab my hand and pull, he pointed out towards the trees. I looked over and I saw both of the dead ones that I saw earlier coming our way. I picked up the axe and put it on my shoulder. 

"Danny stay back." I instructed. I then walked over to the first dead one, and swung before he was able to throw himself on me. I then looked at the other, a girl. I mean it was a girl. I grabbed its hair and swung it to the ground, picked up my axe and put it right through her head. I easily took out the axe. 

 I am still having trouble to adjusting what I call them. He, she, when they were really none of those. These things were not people, and they never will be again. They are its, I still need time to adjust, damn it I still need time to adjust to this awful world, but can I? No. Will I ever? Ha doubt it. 

I walked over towards Danny he just looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, like I didn't just stab two things, that looked a lot like people, things that once were people. He was desensitized by it, he got it. He gets that they aren't people. I don't get it, even though I so badly wanted to. I still sometimes saw people when I killed them, the dead ones. 

Sometimes I felt like I was murdering people, and I would hear them talk like a person would, scream like a person would, or I saw an actual persons face. Then the face would slowly go away to a dead corpse coming at me. 

I picked up my bag, and Danny already had his backpack on. We started walking.

We walked for a very long time in the woods, encountering a few dead ones, that I easily took down. We finally made it to a road, a freeway,  as the sun was coming down. I looked around from where I stood in the woods. I saw nothing alarming, so I took a step forward onto the paved road, Danny held my hand.  

There were many deserted cars. I grinned as I realized how many supplies that Danny and I could find. Danny looked up at me. 

"Why are you smiling Sissy?" He asked curious to know how I could be happy so happy when we live in a world like this. 

"Can't you see? Look around you Danny, supplies are everywhere." He slowly smiled as he looked around. He looked back up to me. "Do you think I can find a candy bar? " He asked. 

"Hmm if we really try to look I am sure we can." I told him. 

I then walked around, a green pickup truck caught my eye. I went to it, I then peered inside the back seat window. It was very dusty so I wiped my sleeve on the window. I looked in again, and I saw a blood stained on the beige colored seat. Nothing else.

I then went to look in the passenger window, I wiped the dust and looked. Nothing, I then started to quickly look away ,disappointed, but then an object caught my eye. The sun made is shine out towards my face, I shoved my face up against window. I wondered of what is in the box. It was silver and shiny, and it had a lock.

I now had to make the choice, is this box with I don't know what's in it, worth triggering the alarm? I stood there thinking of that question. Well it has a lock meaning that whatever that's in there is important, BUT it can may just be jewelry, or money, things that are useless now. Danny then tugged on my shirt.

"Sissy what's wrong?" He asked. "I don't know if I should get this box that's in there." I pointed, then I saw him struggling to look in. I laughed, and picked him up so he can look in. "Oh I see." He said, as I set him down. "Well are you going to open it or not?" He asked confused as to why it's taking me so long to open the door.

"Um well Danny, we don't want to set off any alarms. The dead will hear and come to tear us to shreds." I told him seriously. He just giggled. "Your right sissy we don't want that."

I looked at him a little concerned, why in the world is he laughing? He always takes these things very seriously. I went down on one knee. "Danny are you feeling okay?" I asked looking at him. He looked a little paler, his eyes were a little glossy, he had bags under his eyes. I then touched his forehead, and he was burning up. He flinched away from me. I gripped his arms. This can't be happening, it can't be, it can't be. I then began to take off his shirt, Danny then started to back away from me.

No no no. I then gripped his arms tighter to be sure he didn't leave me. He squirmed underneath my now sweaty hands. I quickly took off his shirt, and I started to inspect his body. I checked his arms and shoulders, nothing. Face and neck, nothing. I looked at his back, nothing. He shivered as the harsh cold air hit his chest. I put his shirt back on, then took off his pants not caring about his squirming and whimpering.

I had to check, I had to make sure.... I looked at his bare twig like legs, and saw nothing. I looked at the back of his legs, and I saw nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I sat him down on the floor, and I sat down next to him. I took in a shaky breath.

"Danny, you scared me, I thought you were bit..." I lightly began to pat his thigh. He flinched like it hurt, I then realized I didn't check his upper thighs. I felt a numbness crawl up on my face, it felt like little ants were crawling all over my face.

I reluctantly pulled up his boxers that were a bit too small for him now. I then saw it, a mark. My heart sank and I felt like slumping down to the floor, and dying. I couldn't tell if they were teeth marks or if they were scratch marks, but I knew for sure that they were from one of those THINGS.

I looked at the mark again and I saw that it was swollen and it had dried blood all over it, it had some pus coming out of the sides and a scab began to form. This can't be happening, but it was. And I thought that I was going to be able to save him from this world.

WAS I SILLY TO BELIEVE THAT I COULD SAVE HIM.

I began to boil up inside, it felt like my body had fire ants on me now. I hit my fist on the cement road, feeling the little rocks digging into my skin but again, I didn't really feel anything, like physical pain was nonexistent but the emotional pain was all too real.... I just hit my fist feeling the sharp pain but not caring, I heard the slap of my hand as it hit the cement. I opened my mouth wanting to scream but nothing came out. I slumped to the ground like a doll, and the next thing I saw was the forest beginning to be swallowed by the darkness, I turned my body over to look at the sky.

It was beautiful, not like anything I have ever seen. Or maybe I just started appreciating the world for what it was. A beautiful yet deadly place. I felt Danny lay next to me, fully clothed. He was so calm and patient, it's like he had already accepted his fate. Yet here I am feeling like I am dying when in reality he is the one dying, and I am alive to witness the tragedy, oh so alive.