The End (Book One)

Chapter 11: Bitten

Ember's POV

My whole family is back. No one was hurt.... well Scott. He's hurting pretty bad. I don't know what to do anymore with him... I've grown apart from him he was my best friend. I had woken up pretty early. I've gotta talk to him. I put on my blue mean ripped pants, my biker boots with spikes, my red flannel and my dad's angel wing vest. Hey I am the daughter of the Daryl Dixon. I put my holster on my side with my revolver and had my crossbow on my back with my knives out of my boots. I walk outside and start walking towards Scott and Jesse's house. I hesitate but knock on the door. "Scott, it's Ember can I come in? Please we gotta talk it's important." I hear footsteps and the door opens up. "Yes. Come on in Em. I've missed you." I smile and hug him. I feel my shirt get wet, he's crying. "Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. I know that you loved her. But you have so many people here for you. I'm here." He smiled but looked down. "How bout that? Ember Rae Salvatore or should I say Reedus! You say you're here for me but where were you when she died!?" I was shocked. I'm being blamed. "Ember, you left us! Left me! And you think I'm just gonna forgive you? Just like that? No. You gotta show me that what you did was right, even though it wasn't." I couldn't take it anymore. I nearly growled. "Oh ain't you a peach. Yeah I left! TO SAVE Y'ALL! But all I get is blamed. You wanna hate me go ahead. It's not my fault she died. Not anyone's. Not even her fault." I walked out of the house followed by Scott. "Now look at you Ember Reedus running away again! Man best day of my life was breaking up with you." I turned around and slapped him. "No best day of my life was admitting that I never loved you. Yet I still was your best friend, even though we broke up. So, go ahead leave, blame me, or forgive and forget." I turned around and walked forward. "Now wait a minu- EMBER LOOK OUT!" I turned back and saw Scott with his gun up. I was confused but I felt a cold, dead hand on my shoulder. I pulled back but was knocked to the ground. I felt it's dead breath near my shoulder. "I'm not getting bit again! God someone kill this thing! How did it even get in!?" Before it was killed.... it bit my neck. I screamed as it ripped the flesh from my neck. I push it off and Scott kicked it's rotted head in. I stumbled and looked at Scott. "Go... g-get... Hay-Hayes. And my... my. Fa-father." I took a few steps forward and collapsed. I started laughing. I guess this is how I die. I looked up and say my dad and Hayes running toward me. "I love... you... guys.." And the last thing I heard was my dad. "No. You're not dying on me." Well dad..... sorry.