Chapter 2
Max's pov
I was tired of running.
It seemed like all we did was kill, and run.
I missed Issiah so much.
I was trying to follow in his footsteps, but I am not him.
I didn't like to kill.
We have lost so many during this fight.
I didn't know how much fight I had left in me.
Most of the old team has left.
We have found places that were free of zombie's.
They just didn't want to fight anymore.
We heard rumors about this team that had a cure.
I kept going because I wanted to find them.
I wanted to stand for something more then just death.
If there was such a cure I needed to know.
I knew it wouldn't bring Issiah back.
Nothing ever will.
If there was a cure then maybe I could have a future.
Maybe we all could have a future.
I never thought that would ever be possible.
Could these monsters actually be cured?
If I thought to much about it guilt would sink in.
How many did I kill that didn't have to be killed?
I needed guidence.
I needed to know what to do next.
I was only a child after all.
One that had to grow up way to fast.
If I was nolonger killing zombie's what was I going to do with my life?
I couldn't go back to being a kid.
Not after everything I have seen.
I needed a sign.
What do I do now?
