(Jayden's Point Of View)
As I wake up on the couch seeing everyone on the floor asleep. I look around and I can see his face, Jasper's dying face I can't get it out of my mind. I miss him so much. How could he just die on me so soon after Brooklyn's death? Now I only really have Dylan left and I will lay down my life for her no matter what.
As I try to close my eyes I see his face again, so I'm just going to lay here with my eyes open.
After hours of restless sleep, I get up and search through Dylan's bag until I find it. I pull it out, the bullet with the names we haven't written on the names yet, so I grab Paige's knife out of Dylan's bag and was about to carve Brooklyn onto it when Charlie walks into the kitchen, it's about four in the morning I don't know why she's awake.
"What are you doing?" She whispers before sitting down across from me.
"This bullet has names carved on it as a tribute to the ones we loved and knew who's passed in the new world." I say sadly, and she just nods.
As I'm ready again to carve Brooklyn in, "Can I add some people?" She asks quietly, I just nod in response. As she slowly takes the bullet and knife away from my hands she starts to carve.
After about ten minutes she hands the knife back to me but still holds the bullet and I start to see tears forming in her eyes and I move around the table and opened my arms for her to cry into, which she does gratefully.
After a while she stops, and I let her go, she gets up before saying a quick goodnight while leaving the kitchen.
I see the bullet on the table and read the names on it that she added. Katie, Tyler, Rachel and Kyle.
I pick up the knife and carve Brooklyn's name into it before Georgia's and then Catherine's and at last him and let out a few tears as I carve his name into the bullet before taking it back and lying down again just to stare at the ceiling once again not being able to close my eyes and see his face.
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After I wake up from the restless sleep I had been in I notice everyone, but Howie had left the room, Howie is still sleeping. So, I get up and wonder into the kitchen. As soon as I enter everyone stops what they're doing and stares with the exception of Dylan she's still reading probably hasn't even notice me enter.
I move to sit down as the eyes stare. I sit next to Dylan and steal some of her corn flakes which gets her attention, but only for a second before her eyes jump back to the book. And as I do the glares and stares wonder off looking in other directions with confusion.
"I've cried and now it's time to continue on our journey and make Jasper's death mean something." I say trying not to chock up when I mention his name out loud and as I stand up the eyes come racing back to me with full attention. I say the words not really meaning them, but I know they won't understand I have a need to die and I'm ready and I will make sure nothing happens to Dylan for as long as I'm alive.
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(Dylan's Point Of View)
After I was done reading I grabbed Carter and Teddy, to drag them upstairs to one by one carry the bodies outside.
Once I got outside with the bodies I started to dig in the back yard. First a whole big enough for two medium sized people before putting the mother and father into the whole together with the help of Carter. After that I dug another hole for the two daughters and the son, and slowly lowered those into the hole just like before.
As I got out of the hole and started to fill the holes up with the dirt I had shovelled out earlier. Rain started pouring down like a massive bucket of water was being dropped onto my head. Carter and Teddy went back inside almost as soon as the rain started. But I just sat down next to the newly done graves and let the rain fall.
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(Jayden's Point Of View)
After Dylan, Teddy and Carter took the bodies outside to bury them. I slipped into the bathroom hoping nobody notices, so I can just have a moment alone to process.
Once inside I look through the cupboards and after a few minutes I finally find what I was looking for. I pull the razor from the cupboard only to take out the blade.
Holding it in my hands just helps the thoughts come; worthless slut, pathetic bitch, useless little girl, emotional bitch. The thought that hurts the most is the thought that comes after.
I hold it in my hand for a moment before I take it and slit it across my wrist and watch slowly as the blood trickles down and drop to the floor, only for me to slit the other wrist, going back and forth until I start to feel wheezy and fall over before letting the tears that I've been holding back flow.
You are alone.
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After the blood stops flowing and the cuts start to look like scabs I pull down the sleeves of my jumper and was about to leave when I quickly check the mirror to make sure it doesn't really look like I've been crying, then I leave.
When I enter the living room I see everyone but Dylan in there sitting, chatter and playing cards. I turn around to see where Dylan is when Howie gets up and grabs my left wrist making me wince and catching the attention of Indigo.
I try to play it off as she gets closer, but she soon grabs my hands and pulls up my jumper's sleeves revealing my cuts. As she sees them she looks around to see everyone staring at them and that's when I yank my hands out of her grip and run towards the backdoor.
When I get out the door I see Dylan lying next to the freshly buried holes in the rain. I lay down next her. We just lay there for what feels like hours.
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Escaping The Zombie Apocalypse
General FictionA group of friends find themselves in the middle of a virus outbreak. Soon the friends turn to strangers and even then not all the strangers survive. Fighting isn't everything. Surviving is just the beginning. Dying isn't the End. ...
