Life in the apocalypse (On hold)

Chapter 14

Yesterdays events are still fresh in all of our minds. Andrea is sat in silence besides Amy's lifeless body. She still hasn't came back yet and I fear that when she does, the first thing she'll do is sink her teeth into Andrea. 

Some of the group are making sure the dead are really dead, and that they wont come back. T-Dog and Glenn carry the bodies onto a fire so we can burn the walkers, and bury the dead from our group. I look and see Carol, Sophia, Shane, Jackson, Lori, Carl and Rick by the camp fire, although their is no fire there now. They're all talking, I think it must be about Andrea and Amy since I hear Daryl mentioning getting a shot in the brain. Shane looks over to me and I give him a light smile to let him know I'm fine. I decide to go over to Andrea and see how she's doing. 

'Andrea..' I say quietly. Poor girl looks so broken. I kneel beside her and look at Amy.

'Andrea...I don't know what to say...I'm sorry' She slowly looks at me and I can see the tear stains on her face, and her eyes still pooled with fresh tears. She leans her head on my shoulder and I rub her arm as a slight way of comforting her. She silently cries, mourning the death of her younger sister. I cry too. 

'I know I didn't know Amy all that well, but she was an amazing person. She was funny, kind, sweet. She's what was good in the world.' I feel Andrea get up and she gives me a smile as she wipes away her tears.

'Thanks Lizzy...' Her voice is a little groggy but I take it that's from all the crying she's done. I get up and give her some time by herself with her sister and I walk up to Shane and Jackson. Jackson looks up at me and runs into my arms. I stroke his hair to soothe him. It always works. I used to do it when he was younger and had nightmares. 

'A walker got him,' I quickly turn around and see Jacqui pointing towards Jim while walking backwards away from him. Oh no. 'A walker bit Jim'

Jim tells us that he's okay but he gets scared and grabs a shovel to protect himself. When the bite mark is revealed, I let out a gasp a take a step back. Not Jim. Jim's a good guy. I take his arm and take him to near the RV so he can sit down and rest. I hear Daryl shouting at Rick about killing Jim now and finishing off Amy. I look at Jim, his face red, sweat dripping down him, breathing heavily. He may say he's fine but I know he's not, and I know he knows it too. Suddenly Daryl comes charging over with a pickaxe ready to jam it into Jims skull. I get up and point my gun at his head and Rick does the same.

'We don't kill the living'

'Funny, coming from a man who's pointing a gun at my head.' Daryl walks away from Jim and Rick begins to talk about helping Jim by finding the CDC. Rick helps Jim up so we can take him somewhere safe, or well somewhere away from the rest of us in case he turns. Everyone goes with Rick. Well apart from Andrea and I. She's still kneeling over Amy, talking to her as if she were alive and could her here. I walk to the edge of the hill and sit there, looking out at the landscape.