The Risen

Chapter Thirty Seven

Goodbye Bobby
Kiera

Was I a good person? I asked myself this everyday since Ryder died, I realized what everyone has gone through and I often find myself questioning if what we've done and what we've gone through have changed out perspectives on what is right, verus what is wrong.

Take Jeff for example, he was once just like us, a good man, but along the way the things he's done has changed his perspective of how to trust, and unlike most people here, Jeff believed that we were untrustworthy. To the point where he killed his own leader just to turn everyone agasint us.

Or, was it possible that Jeff was the one that hasn't changed. And it was the rest of us whos perspectives have changed so much to the point where we see Jeff as the bad guy.

I sat in the graveyard, agasint a tree near Bobby's grave.

I was making a list of duties we need to complete to finish the repairs.

I wish Diana was here, she would be able to help with this sort of stuff. Jerry has been a huge help, he and Ace have been giving me suggestions and even taking on some of my roles around here. Charity and Cassi have been leading teams around here which has been a huge stress releaver, and then theres Dante, he hasn't done much other then keep a eye on Jayce. I told him to do so however, I'm worried about Jayce, he has watched many people die before, but none were as close to him as Ryder was, we're all trying to get over Ryder's death, but Jayce is just simply broken.

I stood up and walked over to my brothers grave.

"Ah...I wish you were here...you always knew what to do at times like this"

I imagined back to the time when Bobby would help me with my homework growing up, this was before out parents were killed. He was always such a good brother. He would've been proud to see what I'm doing today.

I wasn't sure why I came to the grave at first, I guess I thought I wanted guidance from him, but I know why now. I came to say goodbye.

I loved him, but I saw what grieving over someone makes you do, it makes you weak. Jayce is pracitally useless, and in this harsh world that is our home there's no time to grieve.

I pulled out a watch, it was sliver watch that was similar to the one our Dad use to wear when Bobby and I were growing up. I placed the watch on the ground in front of the grave, and through the newly formed tears on my face, I kissed the grave.

"Goodbye Bobby" I whispered.

I knew I'd be back, I'd grieve him when this is over, when I surivive it.

Jayce

I sat outside of tent at our campsite, I sat in front of the fire, I watched as the flames danced on the wood.

At first I saw a puppy, it danced and played with it's siblings in the flames, until one day, it got violent, it tried to kill the pups siblings. It began killing the pups friends, and one of the siblings had to kill the puppy, before It got worse.

I looked away from the flames, I knew what I saw, but I wasn't going to admit it.

Tears began to flow down my face once again, as my tents entrance was opened, Dante walked out with a large backpack on his back.

I wipped the tears off my face.

"What's that for? You going somewhere?" I asked almost worried, I could lose anyone else.

"Going on a run with Ace, don't worry I'll be back in a couple of days" Dante some tighting the straps on his backpack.

He placed his boot on the chair and began tying the lace on it.

"Oh...ok" I said pretending to look back to the fire.

Dante began tightening the other boot.

"Don't worry Jayce, I'll be fine" Dante said walking back into the tent.

"What's the run for?" I asked.

Dante called from inside.

"Mainly building supplies...and...uh weapons" Dante spoke as if he wasn't supposed to say that last part.

"Why did you hesatate?" I asked.

Dante shrugged holding Betty the axe, he placed the axe in his custom stealth for it.

"I didn't hesatate!" Dante lied.

"Right...but if your gone, who will keep a eye on me?" I asked.

Dante looked at me confused.

"Oh please, don't play dumb with me, I know Kiera asked you to watch over me" I told him.

He smirked.

"You know about that huh?" He asked loading his crossbow

"Yeah, I do. Frankly I'm ok with it, but hey Dante, while you out there can you do something for me?" I asked.

Dante nodded his head.

"Sure thing what's up?" He asked.

"Don't die" I said, seriously, he took it as a joke.

"Yeah, that's the idea Jayce" Dante smirked.

My body refused to smlie, as if it was wrong to.

"I'm serious Dante, I can't lose anyone else, you've had my back since the beginning...your like a brother to me, not as much as Ryder was, but a close second. So, don't die" I practically ordered him.

Dante loaded everything up and faced me.

"Come on! It's me!" He said as if it was to supposed to reinsure me.

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about!" I said.

Dante smlied again, and nearly laughed.

"Hey, don't worry about me, I'm a surivior! Anyways, see ya, Ace will be waiting" Dante said walking away.

I waved and shouted.

"See ya!"

Dante walked away from the camp, I noticed something different about him. He still seemed distant to everything, but less so. But none of that mattered right now, and even if it did my mind can't focus on anything like that longer then a mintute or two before I begin thinking of Ryder again, and what I did...and how I killed my brother.