Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

ANDY'S POV

"That's the last one," Quinn said, pulling her axe out of a walker's head.

Me, Mike, Quinn and her parents looked around us. Countless bodies lay on every inch of the ground, some overlapping others. The sun was coming up.

"I didn't think it would be this bad," I admitted, looking at everything we had, now gone.

"It's still livable. All we need to do is move the bodies down another street, and burn them. We can bury our friends, all the people we knew," Terra tried to compromise.

"We can't. Do you realize that all of our friends are going to come back, but not as friendly? I don't know about any of you, but I am sure as hell not ready to stab each and every body in the head. We cannot stay. We won't say," I insisted.

"He's right," Mike agreed.

"Listen son, I don't think you're the man who gets to say what we or what we don't do," James shot back, completely ignoring Mike's response.

"And you are?!" I shouted back, louder than I inticipated.

He took a step forward. "Dad, stop it! Both of you! We lost everything, and all you guys can so is fight!" Quinn was frustrated. We all were.

I knew what I needed to do. "Well, I'm going to get Cameron, Mr. Fernandez and the kids, and any other survivor, and I'm going to pack a bag. I'm out of here. Those bodies are going to be getting up any minute. Make sure you hit them in the head," I said, walking towards the first house.

--

"Are you sure this is the right thing for us to do?" Cameron asked. She seemed okay considering that her mother is gone.

"Please, not you too. Quinn is most likely staying behind with her parents. I need you out there with me," I pleaded. I didn't even want to think about what it would be like without my best friend.

"Don't worry, Andy, best friends don't leave each other," she smiled. I smiled back.

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Packing a bag isn't that easy. I know that I can't carry everything because who knows how long I'll be searching for shelter. That's when I began to question myself. Am I really doing the right thing? Should I really be leaving, and putting others lives in danger? "Stop, just stop!" I told myself out loud.

"Is everything okay?" Quinn walked in the room.

"No. It isn't. Does this not affect you at all? I'm leaving, and you don't seem to give a crap," I muttered.

She was quiet. I turned to face her. "I'm not asking you to choose between me or your parents, but you know that it's not safe here. You know that another one of those herds can pass through at any moment."

She took a step forward, making herself closer to me. "Tell me right now that it's safe anywhere else. Tell me that if I leave with you, I will be okay." Her eyes were watery, but there was no tears.

I didn't reply for two reasons. First of all, I knew she was right. There's no way anybody can protect anybody in this hell of a world. It's up to you to survive. Second, I was just pissed off.

"Well, I guess this is it," she said quietly, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

"Yeah." I really did not want to think about it.

"Sit down, Andy," she said with a sweet tone in her voice. I walked from the dresser, and sat down pretty close to her. Her eyes told me it wasn't close enough.

"You'll survive out there. I know you'll protect Mr. Fernandez, the kids, and the other survivors going with you. You and Cameron need to work together to keep everyone safe. I believe in you." She looked at me in the eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too," I replied. I grabbed my bag, and left the room.

--

Among the group leaving with me are Cameron, Mr. Fernandez, the kids: Bobby, Susan, and the nameless boy.

Danny, a middle aged man whom I haven't really seen so much on the street. He's tall, about 6'4" and is muscularly built. He's not completely bald, but has a little blonde hair. He's carrying a sledgehammer. He looks as if he has the attitude of wanting

what he wants.

Violet, a young looking, fit woman, probably in her middle twenties. She has her black hair tied in a ponytail, and is wearing a gray cap. She looks to be about 5'5" or so. I saw her around the street a lot, but I don't think I've ever heard her speak.

And Kayla, Violet's younger sister. She looks almost identical to Violet, except for the fact that she has dark brown hair. She was really talkative around the street. Her and I have a good friendship, not as good as with Cameron, but more than with Danny and Violet.

--

"Do you have a clue of where we're even headed to?" Cameron asked me.

I thought about that for a little bit. "Wherever the road takes us, I guess. I just want to find somewhere safe. We'll get there. We have plenty of food and water for a long time. We can do this. Me and you will find somewhere and keep these people safe. I just know it."

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