The Last Hope

Chapter 2: The Run

His P.O.V

Chapter 2

     "Travis, you worthless piece of crap, wake up!" Brendan yelled from downstairs. I growled under my breath and slowly opened my eyes. It felt like for a moment that the world was right as I stare at the white ceiling, but it quickly went away. The world was like a living hell right now, not some freaking heaven. I sat up, my black hair covering my face, and got out of bed. I looked in the mirror on the wall and scowled at what I saw... me. I with my violet eyes and black hair. I alive while my family is probably dead. I look at my door where now Brendan was standing, lean against the frame, blonde hair covering one of his blue eyes. He lets out a sad sigh.
"Maybe today we will find them,"

     I glare at him and yell angrily, "Yeah right!" I know he has hope about his sister but I don't have any hope. Hope makes us weak. So does loving someone you know is dead. And crying... never cry. I don't care what anyone says about that. My life, my rules. I hear the steps creak. The next thing I know Carl is at the door, all dressed and ready to go. He looks at me with his one uncovered eye and smiles.
"Thought you would never wake up, you retard" He walks over then pulls out a pistol. Correction. My pistol! That sneaky little heaven forsaking idiot stole my pistol! He hands it to me. I grab him by the shirt and pull him down.

     "Don't do that again!" I laugh and give him a nuggie, messing up his brown hair. I have known Carl for a while and we are very close. Like brothers. I don't need my family, I got them right here... I slightly smile.

     "Are you guys going to stay up there all day?!" I hear Mr. Daryl Dixon yell from downstairs. "We do need supplies but if you guys rather shit around, then maybe we'll feed you to the walkers.." Brendan looks at me, smiling. I let go of Carl, who snarls at me and tries to fix his hair like he is going to impress some girl.

     "Better go downstairs before he has a hissy fit like last time, guys" Carl says walking out of the room. Brendan looks at me and laughs, then walks out of the room, leaving me on my own to get dress. As I go get my clothes, I can't help think... was Brendan's siblings alive? His father? And my family... were they alive?

                                                                                                      *******

     "Come on, slow pokes! Load up and get ready to go!" Rick screams at Carl, who is his son, Brendan, and myself. I sigh and throw my pack into the the back of a gray Toyota and hop in. Carl and Brendan follow.

     "You guys are going along whiles north to see if there is anything left over there," Rick explains to us as Daryl jumps into the front. "Don't take more than a week, if possible" I hope we all make it back... I get comfortable and stare at the ground.

     "Got it!" Daryl starts up the truck and I look up as we go. Carl puts on his dad's cowboy hat and sighs. He brings out the pistol Rick gave him and loads the barrel with bullets from his pocket. I watch from the corner of my eye to try and clear my mind. I hear the gates of Alexandria open as we drive out and I stare at my home. I can't help but get this feeling this is the last time I will see this sight. Tears well in my eyes as I remember losing my last home and my family but I hold them back because I don't cry. I can't. I won't. Brendan puts a hand on my shoulder and I look up fully.

     "Don't worry... we'll be fine. Have some hope, dude"