We are walking on the dark road once again, wandering towards the overrun town, and possibly, Mark. I held a large knife, whilst Ken and Markus had shot guns, and Cry and Wade had hand guns. Nobody had really said anything the entire walk and we had been walking for a while now. I look up to the setting sun behind the trees through my faded green hair.
"How far?" Wade asks jogging a little to catch up with me, as I was a few meters ahead of the others.
"Not far." I reply simply, giving him the same answer I gave when he asked me an hour ago.
He slows his pace and lets the others catch up to him, before I hear them starting a conversation. God knows what they were talking about, I don't really care, then I hear a growl. I freeze, completely still, and look around me with just my eyes. I raise my hand swiftly, motioning for the others to do the same. This could mean trouble. I stand and listen to what it might possibly be.
"What is it?" Cry asks. I raise one finger to say shut the hell up. After a moment or two of nothing, I hear a crack of sticks from beside me, and am graced with the presence of a swiftly moving group of dead.
"This way!" I yell running down to road fast, followed by the other four men. There were too many of them to take on by ourselves so we would have to find somewhere to hide for now. If we could make it to the town in time we would at least have a better chance. They aren't much on their own, but when they're in a group, they become even more dangerous. I look behind me to see that the others weren't as fast as I was and I would have to slow up a little for them to catch up. They were fast enough to outrun the dead but, I was faster. As they approach I can hear Ken and Marcus puffing, a long time out of breath.
"Hurry, we need to be faster!" I yell looking behind myself again, seeing the gaining group barrelling towards us. There were so many I was surprised actually. A herd.
"We can't run any faster Jack!" Wade calls from the front of the others.
"Well you're gonna have too!"
We were going to die if they didn't run a little faster, because the group behind, hungry, with gnashing teeth and spilling wounds were gaining fast.
They couldn't run any faster, if anything, they were slowing down.
"Jack-How-the-hell-are-you-so-fast?" Markus puffs trying to keep up a steady pace. I chuckle to myself slightly, thinking about how Mark was able to keep up with me better than all these guys. Wait. Was that because he joined the army? Is that what I've turned myself into? A soldier?
"Not sure." I answer after a while. I know were close now, the town was just up and around the corner from here.
"Just up here!" I call, so all of the men could hear me correctly. As we veer around the corner, I stop abruptly in the middle of the road. In front of me was the largest group of dead I had ever encountered, there were hundreds. I panic, I needed to get these guys safe, don't ask me why, I just feel it's something I need to do. I look to the tree line, well aware of the hoard of dead progressing towards me from behind.
"Up here, now!" I yell, getting a few nods and stares. I stand at the foot of the tree, watching the men hobble towards me, worn out and tired. I also see the dead turning the corner as well. I point at Ken.
"You first." I say getting ready to boost him to a reachable branch. He nods and steps forward looking the large tree up and down before looking to me. He lifts his foot and I place my hands underneath pushing him up to the branch and he manages to clumsily move out of the way so I could get Wade up next.
"Now you." I say gesturing to Wade. I help him up the same, looking from Wade and then to the dead, they were too close. I look at Markus and Cry, and then I nod as if to say 'follow me' and I run, calling out behind me.
"Climb through the trees to that building!" Pointing to the one I had escaped off of earlier. I assume they heard and Markus and Cry were following. I dart down the side walk looking for a way out, again. Seeing a small car with the door half open I throw it all the way open and push Markus and Cry inside, slamming the door closed behind them.
"What are you doing?" Cry yelled towards me as I backed away from the dead and towards some others. I just give him a look and then run at the car, jumping onto the bonnet and then the roof, jumping up and wrapping my finders around the branch of a tree and flipping up and over it with ease. I slip into the leafy part of the tree and make my way across a narrow branch towards the nearest building, climbing through a broken window and trying to find a way to the roof. Looking around I see something I wasn't expecting at all. Mark was propped up in the corner of the dark room, with his head lowered and his legs propped up to his chest, resting his arms on top of his knees, with a small bag sitting next to him.
"Mark?" I ask quietly, more to myself than him, but he stirs and opens his eyes slightly, looking up at me. Once he recognizes me, his eyes fly open and he picks himself up, not looking away once. He looks so mad, yet his eyes look red and puffy; what was he going to do? He walks towards me with a quick pace and I prepare myself for a possible punch, but instead, arms wrap around me and I am filled with an intense warmth that overtakes my entire body, and I smile, if only for a moment.
After a couple of seconds Mark pulls away and looks down upon me with red swollen eyes.
"Thank you, for coming back.." He says slowly and sincerely. I am surprised by this, because I hadn't really thought much about how Mark might have felt about Sheba dying.
"I couldn't just leave you behind, and I brought your group as well." After finishing this sentence I realise that I did just leave him behind, and that his group were scattered amongst the trees and in an old rusted. He seemed surprised by what I said, but nodded his head softly.
"Sean.. I am so sorry about her." He whispers to me as I watch his eyes, "Please just, let me explain." He says after. I watch him still saying nothing, that was his queue to begin.
"I was sitting up in the little shelter you had made, and about half an hour or so after you left, the dog pushed that little lift with her nose and it fell slowly, her jumping on it and then once on the ground, darting off into the forest. I think she thought you were in trouble or something." He explained, making a lot of sense. I keep looking at him and I smile slightly.
"I followed her as quickly as I could trying to keep up, and she led me here. We found you, and well, I guess you know the rest..." He trailed off sadly.
"It's-it's okay, Mark." I said, giving him a reassuring smile. His head seemed to perk up a little and he walked over to the bag he had by his side. He zipped it open and took something in his hand, his fingers closed over it.
"What's that?" I ask looking to his hand. He approaches another sad look in his eyes, and then he unfolds his fingers revealing... Tags...
"I really am truly sorry." He speaks, his voice cracking a little at the end. Why was he so upset?
"Mark?" I ask, really asking him to look at me, "Thank you." I finish, making him smile a little. I take the tags and hold them in my own hands, staring down at them. She never had them when I found her, but I found a smallish chain and attached my father's army tags to it, securing it around her neck. I look back up into Marks eyes, and seeing a small necklace chain grabbing at the corner of my eye. He notices me look down and he pulls back his collar a little, and dragging out his own set of tags. I smile at him and pocket my father's.
"I had my tags on Chica as well." He whispers.
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