Love by the Bullet

Promise

(Hey sorry for not updating in a while. I'm on vacation right now and I haven't had time to update. Sorry if this one is short. So I hope y'all like it!(: )

When I step outside I see a horrific sight in front if me.

My dad who is now a flesh eater, is on top of Nick. He is ripping the skin from his helpless body. Nick screams in pain but I know there's nothing I can do to help him at this point. I'm frozen in place once again. I felt like I was glued to the floor.

I have lost my whole family in less than 24 hours. I am in my own in the apocalypse. I have no one to talk to anymore, no one to take care of me, and no one to protect me.

But I'm strong I don't need anyone to talk to, or to take care of me, or to protect me. No one did any of those things before the world ended, so I guess things haven't really changed much. Except the fact that before the world ended there wasn't any monsters trying to kill me.

But maybe being on my own will be good for me. There won't be any PEOPLE trying to hurt me. I can do whatever I want to do. There's no one to boss me around. I can just be myself and I'll be free for the first time for ever.

But as I look down at my brother dyeing, I forget all those things and start to break down. I snap back into reality, and the glue holding my feet to the concrete ground suddenly disappears. I stalk up to my "dad" and slice his he's clean off with my machete.

I stab him multiple times in the head. I know he's dead but I just have so much anger towards him that I just can't stop stabbing him. I release 12 years if bottled up anger out in 5 minutes. I stop when I hear a slight cough coming from behind me followed by a pathetic whimper.

I then realize that my brother is dyeing. I crawl over to him the same way I did to my mom only hours earlier. He looks me in the eye and his eyes begin to fill with water. I reach up and wipe them away with my thumb. His breathing quickens and gets heavier.

"Shh Shh Shh, it's ok, you're gonna be ok," I whisper to him and try my best to smile for Nick's sake.

"Promise me something?" He asks, his voice raspy and thick. He coughs up blood and turns on his side to let it out.

"Anything," I tell him in tears.

"Just promise that you'll hang on for as long as you can. Even when it gets tough just...stay alive. For me. Don't give up okay? You are strong and you can survive this world I know you can. Fight and fight and when you think you can't fight anymore, keep fighting. Don't give up. Just promise that you'll stay alive and hang on okay?" He begs.

"I promise," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

"Don't. Forget. To. Believe." He says in between gasps as he reaches up and touches my neckless. With that, he slips away in my arms.

He's gone. He's really gone. So is my mom and dad. Everything I once had was gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. That word keeps repeating itself in my mind. It mocking me and taunting me. Reminding me of everything I once had but lost. I have nothing now. Just me, myself, and I. I am no longer sad anymore. I'm angry. Angry at the world for letting this happen to me. Angry that I'm alone. I reach up and grab my neckless in my fist. I hold on to it so hard that my knuckles turn white and I have the word "believe" printed in my palm.

"I DONT WANT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE!" I scream and rip the gold chain from my neck. I throw it across the parking lot and into the woods. I sniffle and gather my thoughts in my head.

I'm done crying. In done being weak. I'm done with everything. I am no longer the scared little girl I was only days ago. I am a strong, independent girl who can do anything.

I stand from the ground and move my brother's body so it is now laying on top of my dad's body. I then go inside and drag my mom's body from the bathroom and place her in top of Nick. I grab my lighter and flick open the top. I toss it on top of the pile of my family's dead bodies.

I watch them burn and disappear forever. As I watch them turn into ash and smoke, I feel less sad and angry. All my emotions are burning away with the bodies. I watch all my feeling turn into thick black smoke and ash.

After a while I put out the fire and walk inside. As I walk through the door I lean my back against it and slide down the door until I'm siting on the ground. I sit there until I fall asleep.

...two years later...

Carl's POV.

Yesterday I had to kill my mom. She died in a closet while my baby sister was being born. I had to put her down. I did it. I ended it.

I am going on a run today by myself to go get some baby crap for my sister. I am about to leave when my dad says to me, " hey Carl, be careful okay? I love you."

"I will. I love you too dad." I mumble and push past him.

I walk up to the horse pen and and place the saddle over one of their back's and climb on to it.

I ride up to the gates which are opened by Glen and I ride off.

...

I search for about and hour and a half until a finally see a store in the distance. As I get closer, I realize it's a gas station. When I reach the parking lot I see a pile of skeletons that look like they were burned. It looks like three people, but I can't tell. I nervously hop off the horse and tie her up on the bike rack.

As I enter the store it's dark. But i can still kinda see. I am now in the center of the store when a hand grabs my back, spins me around, and pins me against the wall...hard. The person shoves a gun in my face but it's too dark to see what the person looks like. But I can see their silhouette and they look about my hight, maybe a bit shorter. They have a hood over their head so that makes it harder to see them.

"Who the hell are you and why are you here?!" Says a stern voice. It sounded feminine with a thick southern accent. So it was a girl.

She removes the hood from her head but still has the gun pointed right at my face. As she removes her hood a wave of bleach blonde curls falls into her face. She blows a curl that fell I front of her eyes out if her face. She has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, even though we're in the dark. The longer I look at her, the more beautiful she becomes.

Her blue/green eyes, her blonde locks, pink full lips, and the freckles that sprinkle her tiny nose. She's perfect. She clears her throat in frustration and gives me a death glare. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Well are you gonna answer me? Or stare at me?" She shoves the gun even closer in my face.

"Um...um... I-I-I'm C-c-Carl," I stutter. "I was getting some supplies for my group. My mom had a baby yesterday and she needs formula or she'll die! I'm sorry I didn't know anyone lived her!" I explain.

She backs away slowly but still aims the gun at me. She is now about 5 feet away and she is still gorgeous.

"I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. I just need some supplies. I promise," I tell her but all she does is narrow her eyes at me.

"And why should I trust you?" Her angelic, southern voice asks.

I answer her by removing all my weapons and slide them to her feet.

"Put the gun down...please," I ask taking a step closer to her. I hold out my hand for her to shake it.

She hesitates for a moment. But then she puts her gun away and spits in her hand and gives me a nasty, wet, slobbery handshake.

"Hayden," she quickly says as she shakes my hand.

"Uh ew," I say as I dry my hand on my pants.

"City boy," she smirks as she leans her back against the front counter.

(Sorry if it sucks I'm on vacation right now and I wanted to update. I really hope you like the story so far. Let me know what you think in the comments! And don't forget to like! Thanks for reading! ☻ )

~Addy♡

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