The End is Near

Chapter Twenty-Eight

~Cassie's POV~

I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Keith wouldn't be ahead of me, I'd be ahead of them. The thought came to me while I was up in that tree, trying to stay as silent as possible while Karson and Blake were below me. I don't know how they didn't hear me climbing down, they must've been to busy talking to pay attention to their surroundings, idiots. Once I was down, I looked up at them with a smirk on my face. I had stolen their bags right from underneath them. They really are stupid. While I was climbing down, I reached over and grabbed their packs, unnoticed.

It only took me two hours to find Keith, and I found them just in time. The girls had turned. I sigh, looking back at the car that's rapidly fading from view. They were my group, I was supposed to protect them, and I couldn't. Everyone is heartbroken, but I just feel numb. More people that died because of me. I'm jolted out of my thoughts when a warm hand covers my own. I look over to meet Keith's deep brown eyes.

"It's not your fault Cassie. I know what's going through your head, and it's not true. There was nothing you could have done about it." I raise an eyebrow.

"But there was something I could have done. I'm the cure. I can stop everything! But I'm weak, because I don't want to die. I'm scared, Keith, and that makes me weak." I hiss, taking a deep breath.

"That's where your wrong, Cassie. Fear makes you stronger, not weaker. It makes you smart. Cassie, you are not the cause of this and I am not going to let you die. I don't care if this is the world I have to live in, I won't live in it without you." I sigh and nod.

"Aw, that was touching." Wyatt drawls from the back of the truck. Keith and I look back, both glaring at him while Cody laughs. "What?! It was!" He exclaims, laughing. I just roll my eyes, a smile tugging at my lips as I turn back to the front.

"I'd be the only girl left in the world." I say quietly, looking out the window.

"The world is lucky it's you instead of Jessica, that'd have been a nightmare." Keith shudders, smiling over at me. I laugh, nodding.

"If it was her, I think I'd have to come back as a walker and take you with me." I joke, knowing I'd never do that even if I wasn't immune. He laughs.

"I'd want you to." I roll my eyes, looking out the window. I shake all thoughts of the cure out my head and try to relax. I'm safe, for now. I'm immune to walkers. I just can't seem to get that thought out of my head. It's a miracle and a curse at the same time. The whole world may die and I'd be the only one left.

"If I'm immune, does that mean I wouldn't turn if I were bit?" I wonder out loud, watching as we pass a walkers stumbling around.

"I don't know and I don't want to find out." Keith says, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Hmm, that's an interesting thought. I wish we had some way to find out that wouldn't involve you being bit." I think for a bit, then smirk. I turn to Keith.

"Pull over real quick." He looks at me, confused, but pulls to the side of the road, the rest of our group following.

"Why are we pulling over? It's still light." Walter asks as I step out of the truck.

"Just hold on, we aren't stopping for the day. I need to look at something." I say, walking to the back. I look around until I find Blake's pack and pull it to me.

"Who's bag is that? I've never seen it before." I look over at Keith with a sheepish smile on my face.

"I may have stolen Karson and Blake's bags while they were chasing me. They had climbed the same tree I was in without knowing, so I snuck down while they were occupied and took their bags on the way down." He laughs, shaking his head.

"Everything you say just makes me love you more." He says, kissing my temple. I smile and start digging through his pack. I pull out a medium sized book and open it, looking through some of the pages.

"This is Blake's journal." I say, flipping through the entries. "He could have put something in here about me being immune." I say, tucking it under my arm and putting the bag on my shoulder. He may have more useful things in here, I'll look at it in the truck. "Ok, let's get back on the road, we still have a couple hours until dark." I instruct, walking back to my seat. We all get back in and get back on the road while I look through Blake's journal. I stop at one entry and start reading.

It's been two days since I started following Cassie again. They have no idea I am, which means I'm better at my job than I though. I roll my eyes at his words and keep reading. I need to get Cassie back to the HQ as fast possible, the walkers are already getting stronger, there isn't much time. Soon the world is going to be taken over by the undead. And I can't let that happen. I don't care what I have to do, but I am going to get Cassie.

The entry was dated weeks ago. I flip through the pages, finding one that was written not too long ago.

Tonight is the night. I'm going to find a way to get into Cassie's group without looking suspicious. And I know just how to do it. I'm going to find a large group of walkers close to them, and make it seem like they started chasing me, they'd have to let me in. Cassie wouldn't allow someone to die on her watch, no matter how much she dislikes them. It's the perfect plan. I narrow my eyes at this. I knew it was too much of a coincidence that he was that close. Of course he'd come up with a plan like that. But he has more that he hasn't told, and I'm going to find out what.