The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 36

ONE WEEK LATER

We evacuated the house, managing to save a couple precious photos and one or two of the important objects in my room.  I also managed to grab a handful of clothes, but realized I only got one other shirt and one other pair of pants.  No one has heard from the government, no television or phone has turned back on, and me and the group are running extremely low on food.

Norman has a crossbow for a weapon since it's the only weapon, thanks to The Walking Dead, that he's had training with.  Sean uses a shovel, my Aunt doesn't use anything and hides when we come across a Walker (Which is what we decided to call them based on The Walking Dead) and I use daggers.  Plus a pistol when I don't have any daggers at hand.

We've learned a lot over the past week.  That only a head shot takes out the Walkers, that they're attracted to light, and noise, and pretty much act like they do in the show.  It's almost like The Walking Dead producers and makers knew what was going to happen and knew every detail about it.

We've come across two other groups, one of which was dangerous and we were forced to kill.  The other wandered off at night and we havn't seen them since.

We've been holing up in my Aunts bus.  She was a bus driver a couple years ago, and still knew where it was and where the keys were.  We've ripped out all the seats and it's almost became a big house, but stuff and food clutter the ground.  Most of the cans are empty which frustrates me when I pick an empty one up, hoping for food.  

The bus is a great portable home, but it reeks.  We all reek.  The stench of not showering in a week sure does affect how we live.  It's disgusting. 

So that's basically what has been going on for the past week and right now, Sean and me were about to go on a run for food.

"Why isn't the bus starting?" I asked, walking up to the front seat.

My Aunt looked up at me, her face hollow and her eyes deep in her head.  Dirt and blood was smudged across her cheeks and her hair was in a messy bun.

"I'm not sure.  Maybe the tires are flat." She suggested, standing up after sliding the keys out of the ignition. 

"Well let's go check!" Norman called from the little spot that he had claimed.  It had his blanket in a circle and he would always sits right in the middle, either fiddling with his weapon or whittling a stick.  I'm really staring to see the Daryl side of him, and I'm sure everyone else does, too.

Sean picked up his shovel and I wrapped my sash of daggers over my shoulder.  My Aunt opened the doors of the bus and Norman was the first out.  

"Clear." he called back after scoping the horizon.

Me, my Aunt and Sean all cautiously stepped down onto the grass and followed Norman around the bus as he checked every tire.  And sure enough, every one of them was flat.

"There ain't no way we are going to fix these." He strung his bow over his shoulder and stood up.

"So then what do we do?" My Aunt asked, her voice wavering.

"Travel on foot," Sean spoke up, his words slurring together, "see how far we get." 

My Aunt wiped her forehead.  "Well we can't just walk off!  I mean, this bus has kept us alive this long, the least we can do is try and fix it." She said.

Silence fell over us and we all exchanged worried glances.  I finally decided on what we should do.

"I'll take Sean on a run to the car store about three miles up the road." I spoke up, gesturing to the north.

"No, I want to go with you." Norman interjected.

I shook my head, ready to plead my case; and win.  "No, I need you here.  I trust you with my Aunt," I ignored Sean's rude comment that said "What, you don't trust me enough with her?" and continued talking with Norman.  "Besides, Sean is light on his feet.  He's fast, and we'll be able to get in and out.  No trouble." I explained.

Norman considered my case for a moment, and finally gave me a quick hug and kiss.

"Be safe." He said, giving Sean a pat on the back before walking back onto the bus behind Beth.

I shifted around and tore my eye's from Norman's stare and landed my eye's on Sean.  I gave a quick nod and we started walking down the road.  We were about halfway there and had been walking in silence before Sean spoke up.

"Remember when I took you to the city in Atlanta?" Sean chuckled.

I smiled, "Yeah." 

After a pause Sean spoke up again, "Remember what I was about to show you?" He asked.

I shrugged, "What was it?" 

Sean's eyes found the ground as if he was debating whether or not to tell me something.  "I wasn't really planning to show you anything.  I actually was hoping I would lead you somewhere nice and pretty, and I wanted to kiss you." He confessed.

I didn't answer.  I just thought of what he just said.  He wanted to kiss me?  And why would he tell me now when me and Norman were together?

"I just wanted to tell you about it before something happened.  You know, 'cause, you never know." He said.  And as soon as he finished talking, I felt his hand on my shoulder pulling me towards him.  I couldn't really do anything before his lips were on mine for a split-second, and before I could pull away, he beat me to it.

We stood there looking at each other int the middle of the road, Sean's hand on my shoulder, and his other clutching the shovel.

"Why would you do that?" I exclaimed, keeping my voice low and calm.

"like I said, you never know.  I just wanted you to know what I wanted." He said.

"Well maybe it's what you wanted, but did you ever think about what I might've wanted?" I glared at him.  "What am I going to tell Norman?  That you wanted to kiss me, so I let you?!" I exclaimed.

Sean sighed and stepped away.  "I'm sorry."

The silence that I hated fell over us and I finally changed the subject.  "We need to finish the run."

I could see the building up ahead and when we got there, I pulled out my larger knife.  Sean raised his shovel and we approached the building with caution.

"I'll go over here, and you go that way." I gestured my head in different ways as I talked, and as I walked, glass crunched under my feet.  

But to my surprise, when I stopped at the tires, the crunching kept moving.  And before I could turn around to kill the Walker that I thought was behind me, a sharp, aching pain shot through my head.  Someone had knocked me in the back of the head and sent me to the ground.  Out cold.

"Norman?" I asked, my head pulsing and aching.

"Right here." A warm hand gripped mine and I opened my eyes to see him, but to my surprise, I couldn't open them.

Wait, yes, I could open them.  But they were closed.  No, they weren't closed.

And that's when I realized what was happening.  

"Norman," I started, my voice cracking, "I can't see."

(A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed Chapter 36!  Thanks for all the comments!  But, I don't want to be rude or anything, but I'd appreciate it if you guys didn't add cuss words to them.  I know you're trying to show how you're effected by it, and I totally agree, and I'm not mad, but I'd rather have no cuss words in my comments.  Thanks!  XOXOX love you guys!  I'm going to update the next Chapter soon!) -Writingslayer