Surviving the Zombacolypse

Internment

                                                                      *RICKS POV*

          I stared at the road in front of me as I was driving, slightly dazing and watching the crisp brown leaves waltz across the road in front of me and in the air around. I looked down at the passenger seat, staring at my wrist-watch to see what time it had turned. I glanced over at the side of the road, noticing a black and brown german sheppard licking and eating apart a corpe accompanied by a black lab. It was a sickening sight and I had to look away to prevent throwing up on the steering wheel as well as myself. I looked back over, seeing the dogs had jolted away at the sound of my car. The corpse lay there, his hands twitching in the air and his head creaking from side to side. Almost as if he was calling out in pain for someone to save him. I looked back down at my watch, it was quarter after twelve. I continued driving, feelin a sense of anger course through my veins.

                                                                      *Hershel's POV*

         The man below me was hacking loudly, his painful coughing echoing through the halls and piercing my skull making my headache become a heavy migraine. I sat on top of him, panicing and looking at his deathly pale skin and the sick look in his eyes. I pulled a knife out, as Michonne and Glenn helped hold him down.

          "Hey there. I need you to calm down. We're trying to help.", I said, bringing the knife towards his mouth as Michonne held a lit flashlight so I could see what I was doing. I grabbed a knife and tube and held them in his mouth, digging. I removed my knife once I got the tube safely down his throat, then attached a breath-pump to it. I began squeezing it at moderate rates, trying to help the poor man breathe. He began calming down, gagging slightly as blood dripped from his mouth down the side of his cheek.

          "Drink some of that. Both of you", I gestured with my head over to the side of the room once I heard Glenn beginning to cough uncontrollably once more. Michonne coughed, hers less severe than Glenn's. She nodded weakly. They both grabbed a cup and began drinking the water

          "Let's make a rule. I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesday, every Wednesday.", I said planly, still staring at the man and making regular squeezes on the breath-pump to mellow out his heart rate. Michonne gave a slight laugh as Glenn chugged the rest of his cup. "We just need to find some spaghetti."

          "You okay to take over?", I asked Michonne, who simply nodded. She looked almost like a corpse. Sweating bullets with red around her eyes and her skin looking pretty pale for her usual dark complexion. I removed my hand from the breath-pump, letting her grasp it on her own.

           "Every five to six seconds...squeeze.", I instructed her, slowly standing up.

          "How long will that keep him alive?", Glenn questioned, standing up and leaning alongside the wall beside me.

          "As  long as we keep doing it.", I said firmly, walking away from the cell we were in followed by Glenn.

          I turned on a lantern and began to slowly make my way down the stairs. It was dark and muggy in the prison, making it slightly hard to breathe. I looked over at people resting and playing a board game. I rushed into a cell, seeing a body laying there with blood and puss all around his mouth. I shone the lantern above the body, examining it carefully. His brown eyes looked lifelessly up at the ceiling. Not budging, it was more than obvious he was dead. I place the lantern down and took my back off my shoulder, letting Glenn enter the cell. Glenn stood over the body, slowly pulling his knife out.

          "No,", I said gripping his wrist, "not here.". I walked away, getting a gurney and wheeling it over to the body.

         "Help me get him on this.", I said quietly and solemnly.

        "Yeah, how are we gonna get his body down the stairs, across the cell block and through those doors without anybody noticing.", Glenn retorted, getting in my face slightly.