(ON HOLD)My Life In The Zombie Apocalypse... With A Twist!

Part 41 /He Is Broken

~Mason's POV~

Cold. That's how I felt in that moment as I stared at Ryan's cold lifeless body. 'Why? When? How?'

So many questions surged through my head but they all go unanswered. "No!" I yell without even realizing it. A few seconds later Max came running and saw the scene before him.

"What the..." I heard him barely mutter. "What happened..." I shook my head letting him know that I had no idea.

After a while of just staring at Ryan I knelt down and gently stroked my Nephew's cold cheek.

Suddenly his eyes shot open. But they weren't the same blue eyes I knew. They were grey, cold, bloodshot, and most of all lifeless. Just an empty shell of what he used to be. Nothing of my Nephew that I knew and loved was left. Just his body driven by mindless instinct to eat.

He sat up quickly and grabbed my hair. I screamed out in pain as I felt his fingernails dig into my scalp.

That's it. I'm gone. I'm scratched. I'm dead. I'll turn into a walker and be just like the rest of them. Hungry. For human flesh. But at least I'll be with Ryan.

A single gunshot rang out and Ryan went limp to the leaf covered forest floor, blood seeping from the bullet wound from his head.

"Are you ok?!" Max panicked. I shook my head witch only panicked him more.

"I'm scratched. He scratched my head." I said in a daze. I heard Max say something but I blocked him out.

I felt like my whole upside down world just did another summer salt. Everything happened in slow motion.

The walkers coming out of the bush, drawn by the gunshot. Max screaming at me to run. But I just sat there. On my knees. Waiting to die. I mean what's left for me?

Ryan's dead, I'm scratched, Jamie's gone, the group is spilt and we are living in a world where drooling freaks that once used the be living, breathing human beings are walking around eating anything with blood circulating through its veins.

I felt a tug on my arm I was lifted to my feet. Everything went by in a blur as I was limply pulled along by Max.
Walkers reached out for us as we ran.

I heard a deathly screech from far away and felt sorry for the poor son of a bitch who ran into him.

Soon enough, we were holed up in a house. I don't even know how we ended up here but all I knew was there were walkers pounding on the door.

I heard Max trying to talk to me but he sounded so distant and I couldn't hear him. I felt an impact on my cheek as it started to sting. I was swung back into reality as Max started down at me with an angry expression.

"Pull yourself together man! God damn! Don't you think I've lost people too?! I've lost everything that I had left! Zack, Bri, heck I never even had any aunts, or uncles, or cousins, or any of that shit!!! You know why!?! Cause they all left! Every last one of them!!! Do you know what it's like to have to depend on your own brother your entire life cause your too fucked up in the head to get a damn job?! No! No you don't!!! But you know who does?! Me! Can you imagine losing someone like that?! The only person you could ever trust in your life! Do you know what that's like?! No! You had friends! You had family! I had nothing! And I finally gain something good back in my life and she just leaves!!!" He continued his seemingly endless rant until his voice was cracking and tears filled his eyes.

He broke down and fell to his knees. I quickly scooted over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He unexpectedly wrapped his arms around me.

But I couldn't blame him. The man needed someone. He needed someone to hold him and to tell him everything will be alright. After all...

He is broken...

~Kaitlynne's POV~

"How many hours of light do ya think we have left?" Bri asked from beside me. I glanced over at her and rolled my eyes.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I snapped she got a defensive look on her face before answering.

"It was just a question-" Before she could fully finish her sentence a gunshot rang out causing the blood to drain from my face. It sounded pretty damn close.

"What the hell?" Bri muttered. I turned around to look at her and barely saw the silhouette of walkers within the trees behind her.

"Damn it!" I whispered and grabbed her hand. I ran a little further down the road and hopped in the back of the first SUV I saw. I ducked down and waited for the walkers to pass.

My blood was pulsing and my heart was pounding as I listened to shuffling of feet and growls of the walkers. I heard some of the footsteps were a little quicker and I knew they were runners. I held my breath without knowing it.

What if it was someone from the group? Are they even still alive? Should we follow the walkers?

I kept asking myself questions until i realized the noise had stopped.
I slowly peeked out the window and saw a Screecher standing there. His head snapped to me and he let out his mighty screech. "Shit." I muttered.

I took out my knife and peeked back over the window. The next thing I knew there was a Screecher right in my face. I heard Bri let out a little scream and I just jumped.

I quickly rolled the window down some and stabbed the Screecher in the head. It fell limp to the ground. "We're clear." I huffed. Finally letting that air out.

Then an idea came to mind. I took off my shirt leaving me in a black tank top. "Hold this." I told Bri before she could say anything. She took it from my hands and gave me a confused look.

"What are you doing?" She asked. I smirked at her trying not to puke from the thought of what I was about to do.

"You'll see..." I muttered. I flipped the dead creature on it's back and put one leg on each side of it. I took a deep breath in and tried not to gag.

I gripped my knife and brought it up high above my head. "Wait what?!" I heard Bri say startled by my actions. I brought the knife down full force. But before I could hit it I muttered a 'god dammit' and threw the knife to the side.

I quickly stepped off the dead body and placed my hands on my head. I paced for a few seconds before gathering up some more nerves.

I picked up the knife again and stood over the body once more. I rose the blade above my head once more and brought it down into the Screecher's stomach.

Time to get dirty.