Psycho. (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

Four.

My mind races. I have no idea what to do, or what anyone else is gonna do. I do decide on one thing though, this man needs to be killed. I raise my poker, and slam it down to his head. The sharp end stops right above his forehead. Something in my mind tells me I should'nt do it. My conscious argues with itself. Kill the man, and you'll be a murderer. But why shouldn't you? If killing a person who just ate another person makes you a murderer, would'nt you want to be?

       I look into the mans eyes. He has a pleading look on his blood covered face. Almost as if he didn't know what he just did. I look to my right, and see the man they called Dale still laying on the ground, twitching uncontrollably. Andrea's sitting next to him, running her fingers through his hair as if to signify it would be okay, but we all know it won't be. It's too late for him.

       I raise the poker. I just can't do it. I hear a sigh of relief slip through his mouth, and I look over to the group. They're all standing on the porch, some sobbing, some just staring with their mouths ajar. They're all there except for Rick, who is standing a short 3 meters away from me, pointing a gun in the direction of the man's head. I see a glint of light on his belt, and notice a pair of handcuffs attached to it.

       ''Come over here.'' I tell him, and he walks over. I nod towards his handcuffs, and he gets a puzzled look on his face. He looks down, and realizes what I was suggesting. He takes them off his belt, pulls the man up, puts his hands behind his back, and handcuffs him. I look towards Dale, and back towards Rick.

       ''We'll keep him somewhere here. Question him. Maybe he's got a camp somewhere, supplies galore.'' I tell him, and I can tell he agrees. I look over to the porch, and nod to them, telling them it's OK to come now. They all crowd around Dale, except for Daryl and Michonne.

       ''What the fuck boy! Why ain't ya kill this... thing?'' Daryl asks. And he looks over my shoulder to Dale. ''It's a damn shame. He's a nice guy, or at least he was. Always thinkin' of the greater good.'' He adds, and then walks over there. I hear a slight murmur coming from that crowd, and I look back over to Michonne, Rick, and the man.

       ''Where could we put him?'' I ask Rick, and I look down at the man laying on the ground, sobbing. 

       ''Shut the hell up.'' Michonne says coldly, and she kicks him. She looks to me. ''What do you mean by 'put him.' '' She asks, and Rick speaks up. ''We're gonna question him. Maybe he's got a camp, supplies, weapons, and whatever else we could possibly think of.'' He tells her.

       ''Yeah. I know what else I could think of.'' She replies. ''More bat-shit crazy fuckers like this.'' She says with force.

       ''We could easily kill them.'' A voice adds from behind me. I spin around to see Brooke standing there. She looks at me with an emotionless expression. Actually, there is one visible emotion on her face. Anger and disgust, towards me. What is with this girl? We barely know each other except for our names, but yet, she already hates me.

       ''Kill who?'' I ask her, and she rolls her eyes. A-Class attitude here, people. ''Is'nt it obvious?'' She asks. ''If there's other people like him there, we could just kill them. If this is a new world after all, why should they live? They eat people for Christ sake!'' She yells. And she does have a point. Why should people like them get to live on, when so much of the world is dead?

       ''We don't know if they're all like him.'' Rick replies, and he also have a point. ''We can discuss it later, but right now lets get him somewhere.'' He adds, and he looks around. His eyes stop on a shack in the distance. ''There.'' He adds, and he points to the shack. Michonne & Brooke look over there, and they both nod their heads.

       ''C'mon. Get up.'' I tell the man, and I pull him up. He's surprisingly heavy, and that pisses me off. Looking at his last meal, I don't like to think about what he could've eaten to make him this heavy. We start leading him over to the shack, and a gunshot rings out behind us. I don't even need to look back to know what it was for. At least he can rest now.

       We put him in the shack, lock him up to a pole, and cover his eyes, ears, and mouth with rags. Once we make sure there's no escaping for him, we all head back to the house. Once there, we found out it was dinner time. As soon as I heard that word, my stomach growled. I haven't had a proper meal in months, ever since the world was actually normal.

       I think back to that last meal I had. It was the night before everything changed. Everyone was on edge, because the only thing anyone ever talked about was this new disease spreading. It had been reported that this disease totally shut down the brain. Now if that doesn't sound bad enough, it gets worse. After it shuts down your brain, it reboots it. But you aren't who you were anymore. All of your natural human instincts are gone, and the only instinct you have is to feed. And not like hamburgers or anything, human flesh. I remember my mom telling me she loved me, and that she'd be bak in the morning. I try to remember more, but that's all I can recall.

       Right after dinner, Carol stopped me in the hall. Her motherly instincts must've kicked in, because she noticed how dirty I was, and how much I needed a good shower, and some nice clothes. That wern't ripped in many spots at least. 

       ''The house pumps water straight from a bunch of wells all over the land. It's even hot water.'' She says, with a smile one her face. I'm reminded of the feeling of a hot shower, and I'm instantly anxious to take a shower. ''Okay. Here's how you get there.'' She adds. ''Go up these stairs, and go down the hallway until you reach the end. Just go through the door on your right, and there you go!'' 

       I start to race up the stairs, but she grabs my arm and stops me. ''Oh, and after you're done, just across the hall is an empty room that can be yours.'' She tells me, and i start freaking out in my mind. Hot showers, and a bed?! This place is heaven on Earth.

       I run into the bathroom, and start running the shower. The bathroom fogs up quickly, and I wipe off a small part of the mirror. I peer though the mark I made, and I'm shocked by what I look like. I look nothing the boy I used to look like. All the running and climbing really toned my body, and my face looks muscular and well.. Handsome. I look to my hair, and it's gotten pretty long. I guess four months with no hair cut really makes a difference. 

       My eyes dart around the room, looking for a razor. I open a cupboard, and I find an electric one with many different setting for how long you want your hair to be. I pick a setting in between medium and long, and start shaving away. I go in rows, and this sink is filled with hair almost immediately. After it's done, I clean up the sink and look in the mirror. I'm shocked at what a difference a haircut can make.The setting I picked gave it the perfect length, and once my hair's wet, I can probably push up the front, like I used to do. 

       I get in the shower, and let the hot water flow all over me. It rushes down my head, back, chest, and it feels amazing. I look around the shower and find an assortment of shampoos, body washes, and conditioners. I clean as best as I can, and hop out of the shower after what seems like forever. I wrap myself in a towel, and leave the bathroom. Chilly air rushes over me, and i hear a gasp from the end of the hall. What is it now? 

       I look over, to see Brooke, staring at me from the end of the hall. ''Hey there.'' I say to her, but she runs back down the stairs, 

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       I then walk into my new bedroom, and get the best sleep I've gotten in months.