Save Me From Myself // Sequel to Mariah

Chapter One: All Time Low

Chapter One: All Time Low

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Listen to All Time Low by Jon Bellion😉😛😊

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Previously

I heard footsteps approach the door. Oh my... The owner of the cabin are back! I squeaked as the bedroom door swung open, a pale boy who looked about my age stood there. He had brown hair, and blue eyes. He was also wearing a cowboy hat... He seems so damn familiar...

"Mariah?"

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"W-who are you?" I whimpered,

His eyes creased at the sides, as he tilted his head in confusion.

"Mariah, c'mon, this isn't funny, what did Amy and the Governor do to you?"

Now it's my turn to twist my face in confusion.

"What?"

"Mariah, look at your face! Tell me what happened!" He demanded, a tear slipping from his eye,

"I-I don't know you..." I whimpered,

"What? Yes you do! It's me! Carl! Your best friend! Mariah, please don't do this." He sobbed,

"I'm sorry! I don't remember!" I screamed, running my fingers through my long hair,

"Just come with me, come see your dad." He sighed, wiping the tear he had shed,

I dragged my teeth against my bottom lip as I looked him over. He had a gun... What the hell?!

"Well? You coming?" He pushed,

My eyes flickered to his gun, then back to him,

"You have a gun!" I screamed,

I threw the closest item at his head, which happened to be a lamp. He quickly dodged it, grabbing my wrist and dragging me through the cabin and outside, I thrashed and hit his hand as he did so, but it was useless. Shit. As soon as we were out, a person turned their head towards us, exept the person didn't look human... Its face was torn and ripped, its eyes were a creamy color, and it was limping towards us. A zombie?! What happened to me? To this world? As it came closer, Carl took his gun out, and shot it in the head. Oh. That's why he has a gun.

"Follow me."

I hesitantly followed him through the trees, cautiously eyeing him. What happened? And who is he? Last thing I remember, was... I don't know! What's going on?! We came through the trees to the road I was once laying on, but there were people there. Two of them, men. One was facing our way, with a scruffy beard and the other facing the opposite way, angel wings on his vest...

"Daddy?"

The man turned around, he looked tired, and worn down, but it was my dad. I ran up to him and engulfed him into a hug. Tears forming in my eyes. He hugged back almost immediately.

"Mariah, I thought ya were dead." He said into my hair,

"Dad, what is going on? I don't know that guy." I say, letting go and pointing to Carl,

"Ya don't?" He raised his eyebrow,

I shook my head, eyeing the man Carl was talking to. His blue eyes flew to mine, softening.