All That Matters (The CG Series #1)

Chapter Four

I woke up to the sun glimmering through the store window. I struggled to open my eyes from crying last night. I drove my face in to the chest of mom's dead body, trying hard not to remember what happened the night before.

Barely breathing, I sat to the floor where I was lying. Her rotting corpse rested in my lap. I feel like the world has drained all my energy.

My mouth has dried, making me feel dehydrated. I searched my bag for a bottle of water and luckily found one, enough for me to drink before my body given up on me.

I gave up on this war. I found myself so lost in this path. I'm losing my mind, starting to give up my life.

Why would I still try?

I said to myself to somehow find a comfort in my loneliness. I let out a sigh as I stare back and forth to my mom, and dad's motionless body around the corner.

Until the bell at the top of the door rang, alerted me someone came in here. Someone knocked at the wooden wall of the store, making me assured it wasn't one of those things. I started breathing heavily as tears are building up in my eyes, scared to face what's out there. I don't know how many they are.

I thought of our camping bags still on the floor. They surely can tell someone has been here. A family, or another group of survivors.

They might have notice the dozen of chairs piled up by the counter too, where I was hiding.

I tried to stop myself from sobbing by covering my mouth with my hands. But it was still not enough. Now they might already know where I am.

I lost my family, they got bitten. But I am still alive. I grab hold of my gun and turned around, only to see a gun was already pointed at me.

It was a boy, with a sheriff hat on. He was with someone, the girl pulled her katana from her back. I knew that if I tried to do something stupid, it was just me against them two.

The traces of tears maybe seen on my face. There was only dirt and blood covering it. "Turn around." I spoken as I broke the silence, feeling the tension that was about to rise up.

"We clearly have no bad intentions when we came here. Put your gun down." The boy said, trying to calm me.

"Do not take a step closer." The coldness of my voice echoed through the room. I pointed my gun out to the girl too.

"Do something stupid and I wouldn't mind chopping your head off until all your blood dries out." Said the girl, still holding her katana.

"I never wanted to kill anyone." I screamed as tears started to roll down my face, again.

"We can talk about this in a proper way. No one needs to get hurt. Now put the gun down." He explained, making me slowly lower the gun.

"Please." He added, convincing me everything's going to be okay at least for now.

I put the gun down and slid it to him. He picked it up just when it reached to his foot.

"What is that behind you?" Asked him in curiousity, trying to get a better view.

"It's a walker." Replied the girl, giving him a serious glance.

"She is not a walker! Please. She's my mom, she's not one of those things." My lungs screamed in protest. I looked down, turning my face in to a frown.

"This is crazy." The girl stated, nodding her head in disagreement.

The groans started to come closer as a horde of walkers started heading to the back door. Our screams might have caught the attention of walkers within the perimeter.

"We have to go now. We don't know how long the door can hold the walkers." She said, giving him a signal to back up.

"We can't just leave her here." He said who seemed to give me a sympathy.

"We can, if we have to." Said the girl, worries starting to show up in her face.

"She have to come with us." He said in determination, looking at the girl in her eyes.

"Just go! You have to leave." I screamed as the sound of the walkers on the back door goes wild.

"We don't know this girl. Carl, we have to go now." She said, pointing out her hand to me.

"She didn't know us either but she gave up her gun." He said, trying to win the arguement they just had.

"Come with us." Said the girl who seemingly have no other choice.

"We can't just leave, knowing that you'll barely make here out alive." They boy spoken out, the one with a sheriff hat on.