The red glow from the RV's back lights slowly fade away in the night. I keep looking from where it vanished, hoping that it might turn back. But it doesn't. I look down and see Carly's pale body lying on the ground. A sickening void peirces my heart in the kind of feeling that is too hard to explain. The sound of a walker is approaching behind me. (The constant reminder that in this world, there's no slowing down. There's always something else there to chase you.) I find my feet hitting the ground runnng before my mind registures that I am already descending from the road into the forest. I'm all alone. I didn't mean for this to happen. Not like this. I want to go back into time, back onto the road and just drop the whole debockle. But I lost it. I cracked. Carly was in the way. At this point, I don't even care anymore. My feet crash into branches and leaves revealing myself to any walker that could be in these woods. I. Don't. Care. Tears try to form in my eyes, but they can't. Probably from the countless days, crying in my room at the motor inn, wanting to die. And now I want to die more than I ever did before.
