Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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William's POV

It had only been two and a half months since I'd been able to reconnect with Jane. That was ten weeks of the best time of my life. During that time, the two of us had been able to rekindle our relationship back to the way it was supposed to be between us. However, the looming reality of what happened to our younger brother Jason many years ago still weighed heavy on both of our shoulders.

"Will," Leslie nudged me in the car as I daydreamed about my childhood.

An infected was walking around in the road up ahead and Leslie wanted to make sure I saw it. Driving by, I dodged it and let it continue to walk aimlessly for its next victim.

We were only an hour from camp and I looked in my rear view to see Luke passed out in the backseat. He'd been bitten by an infected earlier in the trip and I was forced to decide in a split moment to either let him turn or take my machete and hack his left forearm off. So I amputated his arm in the heat of the moment. It was one of the easiest decisions to make but also one of the hardest.

Now, his arm layed on his chest, bandaged and ready for an actual doctor to look at. I thought he had died the moment the infected part of him was removed from the rest of his body. He went limp at the knees and felt to the floor in a pale and clammy state.

"You made the right decision, Will," Leslie reached across the middle section of the car between us and held my hand.

I swallowed against my dry throat and continued on the road watching lone infected drift by. Finally, we pulled up in front of camp and I saw my sister up on guard. What the hell was she doing up there? She wasn't supposed to be on guard anymore.

The gate opened and I drove the car through the road and the grass all the way to the town hall where the clinic was located. Jane and Ciara ran behind the car waiting to greet us back to camp. But I didn't have time for that greeting, I had to get Luke some help.

My door opened and Jane hugged me and didn't want to let go. I had to peel her arms off my shoulders and push her back so I could get to the backseat.

"Jane, later," I grunted while pulling Luke's body from the backseat and helping him walk with me.

Leslie had already went in and called for Kelsey. Ciara and her were now in a mode to help. Luke was hardly conscious and he was still losing a lot of blood. By the time we got to the clinic, the two women had already started repairing his wound and dressing it. I stayed with Leslie, but I knew Jane well enough to know she was waiting outside the room. After the majority of the procedure, I went out and sat down on the wooden floor with her.

Her small brown eyes looked over at me and she reached her hand over to hold mine.

"I forgive you and I love you," Jane's eyes watered and then she stared down at our hands intertwined, "and I trust you."

"Don't forgive me," I felt my emotions about our past try to grab hold of me but I pushed the tears back and thought about now.

"Jason would want me to," she swallowed and leaned her tired head on my shoulder. "I want to."

Then I cried because it was my fault that our younger brother was dead. He wouldn't have died if I hadn't taken pain medication that wasn't prescribed to me after taking him home from school one day.

I was barely 16, Jane was 12, and Jason was 8. We were all four years apart. The perfect ages to still be sorta close but still have our own lives. Jane and I were a lot closer than I was with Jason, but he was half my age and at that time in my life all I was worried about was girls.