Insanity (Sequel To Madness)

Just A Walk

Wade and I take laps around different streets and crack jokes to one another. He's actually really funny, and something about him seems so familiar.
"So, you don't remember anything about me?" He asks with a soft chuckle escaping his lips. His dark brown eyes look at me, the curiosity from his question showing in them.
"I recognize you... I've had little flashes where I remember bits, but not everything makes sense, even if it's there." I explain, trying hard to think about what exactly I actually do know. But it's all so foggy, and there honestly isn't much there.
"Weird, I bet Mark was pretty upset about that." Wade tells me causing our walking pace to slow down slightly. I look at him curiously, hop in that he'll explain.
"He's been my best friend for years, probably the person most close to me." Wade explains once his eyes notice my expression.
"Oh, I didn't know. I'm glad you both are okay, and everything will get better from here. My first goal is to start cleaning up this district, it really is starting to look pretty bad. From what I remember, it wasn't this... Well, broken." I comment, seeing much of the ground being covered in blood stains. There are newspapers from weeks ago blowing in the wind. We both take a moment of silence in our walking to look over the area. However, our silence is broken by a low growling noise coming from my left side. I turn and see a small amount of zombies stumbling towards us.
"Wade, your gun." I demand while keeping my eyes locked on the creatures. He glances up and attempts to pull his gun from the holster, having to move his shirt out of the way first.
"Wade." I demand once more as the creatures begin to draw more near every second. He struggles to get a button for the holster out from being caught in the threads of his shirt. I move his hands and attempt to pull it free. In the process, I glance up at the zombies and see them almost right by us. I pull Wade back and push him behind me. I feel around my clothing to see if I was smart enough to take any sort of weapon with me, but I didn't. I was too focused on Shane's funeral to do anything else. Wade's arm grabs me and he pulls me, causing me to stumble to the ground. Wade elbows, kicks, and punches the creatures while one hand constantly stays on the hem of his shirt, still attempting to break it free. Finally, one zombie drops dead to the ground after a hard blow to its head. His shirt rips and Wade yelps softly before he pulls out his gun and shoots the remaining creatures. He takes in multiple deep breathes while I kick off my heals and stand to my feet.
"Wade?" I call as I slowly take steps towards him. He turns towards me, his hand dropping his gun and suddenly tightly gripping his forearm. Blood drips it the ground from a wound placed there. I gasp softly and shake my head.
"One got me.." He mutters while his hand squeezes at the wound with a strong grip.
"It... B-bit you?" I stutter out the words, a sudden lump in my throat forming. He only nods and we stand in silence once more.
"Here..." He says in a hoarse voice while picking up his gun with his blood covered hand. He extends his hand to me with the gun placed in it.
"Take it." He demands softly, small tears forming in his eyes. I feel my whole body flinch at his demand and I shake my head.
"No, I... Please... No.." I whisper back while shaking my head. He pushes the gun closer to me.
"Please, Violet. I don't want to turn into one of those things." Wade begs me, the tears in his eyes welling up more and more.
"You won't... We... W-we..." I mutter before tears start to roll down my cheeks and my voice seems to go completely.
"Violet, I'm asking you as a friend... Please don't let anyone see me like this, and kill m before I hurt any of you." Wade tells me, moving the gun closer to me. I take in multiple deep breathes while keeping eye contact with Wade the whole time. I look down at the blood covered gun in his palm and more tears begin to pour from my eyes.
"I... What will Mark think? I can't just k-kill his best friend." I croak out, trying to come up with any reason for me to avoid this action.
"He will understand, please, Violet, do this for me." Wade begs while he grabs my hand and places the gun in my shaky fingers.
"Don't make me do this... They will never forgive me if I do." I explain, shaking my head fiercely. Wade releases my hand and gives me a smile that I can tell is forced.
"I trust you, Violet, and they all do too. I don't want them to see me turn, or become one of those things at all. Just pull the trigger, and go home. Give Mark a few days, and explain everything. I promise that he won't hurt you." Wade tells me in a soft, comforting tone. I take in a deep breath, trying to calm both my shaking hands that are somehow managing to hold the gun.
"I'm sorry..." I whisper through tears as I poise the gun at his head, the only real place that can stop him from turning.
"I forgive you, you never did anything wrong." Wade replies while he straitens his stance and takes in a breath. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to stop tears that still attempt to go down my cheeks.
"You're a good guy, Wade... I'm sorry that I don't remember more about you, and that I can't get closer with you now." I tell him, my breathes now going at a calm pace. I've finally managed to get my hands to stop shaking so they hold the gun steadily now.
"It's alright, kid." Wade says. I slowly open my eyes, being able to feel the liquid of my tears on my eyelashes. I can't start crying again, that won't help anything. I take in multiple deep breathes as I re asses my aim. I can't miss either, that would only drag this out and hurt Wade more than necessary. My pointer finger sits next to the trigger and I slowly move the pistol up to its level with Wade's head.
"I really am sorry it has to be this way." I comment. I allow only a few seconds of silence after my words before I quickly pull the trigger. Wade drops to the ground almost immediately. I always was a good shot, something about this makes me feel like he'd be proud of me. It's almost like he showed me how to do this, but I don't remember it. I shed few more tears before hearing footsteps dashing towards me. A small gasp escapes my mouth, the realization of what I had done hits me all at once. I drop the bloody gun and attempt to wipe my hands on the black dress I wear. With my heals lying on the ground, I begin to run as fast as I'm able to the mansion that I died to share with Shane.