The Walking Dead: "Days Gone Bye"

Chapter 6: Unfinished Tasks

Rick drove to the same spot where he found the bicycle and the walker that was torn in half. Finding the walker not there, he decides to walk around and look for it. Rick walked around the field for a few minutes looking for the walker not knowing if he'll ever find it. He sees a trail of rot covered grass and finds the walker. The walker used its arms to move. Grabbing the grass and pulling itself. Rick leaned next to the walker and watched it struggle to move. The walker noticed him and stopped to reach it's arm out in hopes of grabbing him. Rick, being too far away for it to reach him, just watched.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," he whispered.

He pulls his silver python out of his holster and aimed it at the walker's head that was still trying to grab him. He pulls the trigger and shoots it in the head. It's arm falls to the ground and dies. Rick stands up and walks away back to his car.

The man who helped Rick was back at a new house for him and his son to stay in. He was boarding up the front door while his son was hanging sheets over the windows.

After they finished boarding the place up, Duane sat on his mattress and read his comic books. His father picked his suitcase up and his rifle that Rick gave him and walked to the stairs.

"Read your comic books awhile. Daddy'll be upstairs," he said as he left.

When he went upstairs, he opened a box filled with photos of him and his wife. He flipped through a few photo pages. After looking at a few, he found a beautiful picture of his wife. She had a gorgeous smile and she looked really happy. He found another picture with them both in it. She looked so beautiful in every picture. She had an amazing life. She didn't deserve to die like that.

He pinned the first picture of her to the window seal. He placed a chair in front of the window and laid his rifle on top of it, aiming it outside of the window. He spots a walker walking along the street. He whistled to get it's attention. It stopped and turned to the house, looking at him. Before the walker could do anything else, he shot it in the head with one bullet clean through. The body fell to the ground. All the walkers in the streets heard the gunshot and turned to the house.

Duane was startled and got up to yell for his father

"It's all right, Duane! You stay there, son. Don't you come up here!" he yelled down.

Duane sat back on his bed and covered his ears to help him continue reading.

The man shot another walker a little farther from the house. At this moment, there were a lot more walkers flooding the streets coming towards the house.

"Jenny... Come on, baby," he said, in a shaky breath. Jenny was his wife's name. He wanted to end her suffering. He finally sees her in the group of walkers. He aims his scope at her head with his finger on the trigger. Before he pulls it, she looks in his direction without noticing him. Seeing her and looking into her eyes, he puts his gun down angrily.

"Come on! Come on!" he cries. He raises his gun up again, aiming it at her. She looks away and walks away, forgetting about the gunshots being heard a moment ago. He lowers his gun again, crying. He can't do this. He can't shoot his wife. The walkers all forgot about the noise and left the house including her.