Keeping Him Alive

Untitled Part 10

I woke up, a bead of sweat coming down my forehead. It was still day outside the sun was just above me. I looked over at Danny he was underneath his blanket and his backpack was on the side of him, I couldn't actually see him only the shape of his body and backpack. I saw that there was no trace of any blood, except for the backseat, but that had been there before. I slowly with my shaking hands picked up Danny's blanket. He lay there sleeping, soundly. I put my hand to my heart, I was so afraid that I would have seen that thing that was in my dream, my nightmare.

I got up and looked out the window they were all gone. How long had we been in here? It looked like it was the middle of the day. I looked out one last time before waking Danny. I poked his arm, "Wake up sleepy head." He opened his eyes. "Do we have to get up?" He asked. "Oh don't be silly, I can't even feel my legs we need to get out, come on." He took the blanket off. "Oh alright."

We got out of the car after packing. I put the revolver on my waistline, easy and accessible. As soon as we got out both Danny and I looked around cautiously trying to see if we saw any of the dead ones. When we saw it was clear both Danny and I started walking away.

"Wait, I just remembered that there were keys in the ignition. It might still work." Danny looked at me surprised. "Really?" He asked and I nodded. "Well why didn't you tell me earlier!?" He asked as he skipped back to the car, I was right behind him. He went in the passenger seat and closed the door. I could see that he didn't close it right. "Oh Danny." I whispered while chuckling. I went over and closed the door right, and then went to the driver's seat.

I looked at the steering wheel, I never drove in my life. I was one year away from being able to learn to drive. I was fifteen. It's been two years since hell broke loose or I think it was two years. I had not been able to keep track of time. So then I guess I must be seventeen if it was two years since all of this happened. I was shocked at how old I was. How old was Danny? He was six when I first found him, so now he must be eight. Hmm how strange how I never thought of us as being older, or just that we were able to grow. Life had seemed to just stay still, like we were frozen in time. I had never even tried keeping track, I was so busy with trying to keep us alive I forgot about everything else.

"Aren't we going to get a move on sissy?" Danny asked. "Um well, Danny I don't think I know how to drive." I told him ashamed. Oh how I just can't do anything right. "It's okay, you can learn. Anyways its like you always say "practice makes perfect" right?" He remarked. "Yes you're right Danny it does, but how am I going to be able to practice with all the other cars on the road? We hadn't even thought of that now did we?" I asked. "No I guess we didn't." He said as he squinted while staring outside. "And that is a lot of cars." He agreed.

I turned the keys, and the car roared to life. "Okay, okay so I first um put on my seatbelt." I said thinking aloud. "Safety first." I buckled my seatbelt and I helped Danny with his. "Okay now I put my foot on one of these things.' I said as I put my foot down and the car jerked forward.

I stopped, what the hell am I doing? I don't know how to drive. Why am I doing this? This is all for Danny. "Danny I need to know when and where you got bit, it is very important for me to know. I have to know, I need to know Danny." I asked finally. He looked at me with sad eyes. "It was at the bar. When the zombie was on top of you."

I felt like I was punched in the stomach, and the wind was knocked out of me. I am the reason why Danny was bit. It's all my fault, of course it is. I mean everything I say, and do is wrong. Am I ever good enough for this damn blasted world? NO, of course not. All this world does is take from everyone and everything, till there is nothing left but loneliness and despair.

It's been a day and a half since he got bit. He only has six and a half days left. I know this because that's how long it took for my sister to turn into one of those things. She died a few weeks before I met Danny. I tried my best to forget all about her, forget that it ever happened, that she ever existed. After mom and dad died I thought that it was just going to be us two. I thought that I was going to be able to protect her and care for her, but I failed at doing so as I did with Danny. Her name was Emilia, and she was ten when she was taken from me.

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I know I am throwing a lot out to you right now!! But I was on a trip, and I was writing  and um yeah. SO I am made you guys think Danny died, ha ha but he didn't I couldn't do that to you guys. JK I don't care for you guys lol, its me I can't let him go.  jk jk I do care lol! But I hope I left you guys happy knowing he is alive. I mean yeah he is dying but right now he is alive, and that's all that matters right? And now you found out she has a sister! WHAT!? More to come about Ana and her sister.