Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

Chapter 17

Hey guys, so its the next chapter, I hope you all enjoy.

Its the aftermath of the fight last chapter.

Going to be sad, depressing and maybe even scary.

Either way, I hope you all enjoy as I hope you already are

xoxo

Read on, my pretties, read on...

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[Paytons POV]

I poured the whisky to the top of the shot glass and just stared at it, I couldn't bring myself to take it in my hands and drink it.

Why was that?

Usually I'd take every chance I could to get pissed drunk.

It helps me forget everything, though its not the safest option.

'The women and children are fretting, are we moving from here in case of more walkers?' A voice called from the door.

I looked up and smiled weakly at Daryl leaning on the door frame, cleaning his favourite pocket knife.

'No. I'll go out in a second. Go round the entire perimeter, see where the walkers got in and seal it back up and probably make it better and stronger... Hows everyone?'

He walked slowly towards me and sat opposite me, he pulled the 2nd shot glass I already laid on the table and filled it with his own shot of whisky.

'A little in shock. Teas sat outside next to Leos body, she doesn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, but she has a gun in her hand for when Leo... Comes back... And I'll help you with the perimeter, make it safer, quicker.'

'Thank you.' I whispered and finally picked the shot up into my fingers, rolling it between my thumb and fore finger slowly, dribbles rolled down the side.

Usually that would temp me to down an entire bottle in one, but now, it made me turn away from it even more.

'Not in the mood to drink.' He whispered, pulling his own to his lips and sipping it slowly, a droplet slithered down his lips and I reached over the table slowly, wiping it away with my thumb.

'Not in the mood to do anything.' I corrected.

'Well... Should we go now?'

'Sure,' I sighed. 'Let me just get my act together quick.'

'Take your time.'

I don't really know why I felt as bad as I did, I felt even lower than when my family were taken from me, how was that possible when my family were everything?

Last time I was guilty.

This time all I can feel is anger, sadness. The overwhelming desire to scream at the sky, demand why these things keep happening.

I barely know the people in this house, but they have all touched my heart, and now one has died, good old Leo with a brave and true heart, I feel like now my heart is being squeezed.

I stood to my feet, glass still inbetween my fingers and stared out the kitchen window out into the yard, Lewis and Matt were there, placing body after body onto large piles and setting them alight.

Those bodies were once real people, they paid bills, had jobs, maybe even children. Now they're nothing but animals, or dead animals now.

My heart hurt but I knew I had to go on, after day, I think the group can look up to me, I'm not a leader but I saved lives today, I need to be strong, not selfish, cause I did not loose anyone today.