The walking dead: Who we are

Memories

"Ethan, do you even know where we are going?" A woman with a soft voice said as she struggled to keep up with the tireless man in front of her. The man was far from good, his eyes were a steel grey and his hair was full of grease. The man ignored the woman known as his wife, Marie. "Ethan! Would you stop for one second! Think about me! Think about Hugo for god's sake!" Marie said as she jumped in front of the man, stopping him in his tracks. His face grew hot with anger. "When the hell did you start thinkin' about him? When do you think I will care about him?" The man spat as he pointed at a little boy who was about 9 years old. He had brown hair and deep brown eyes, and he was scared. "That little shit is the reason we had to come all the out here and leave Kira back home. She is the one you should be worried about!" The man said angrily as he shoved the woman out of the way.  Marie looked back at the little boy the father hated so much, his brown eyes wreaked with sadness and betrayal. The whole reason they came from Mississippi to Georgia was to leave him in an orphanage, where he might find a home far away from his father. But, then the dead came back... that happened 5 weeks ago...

"Hugo, j-just try and keep up, ok?" Marie said to the little boy who was fiddling with a watch in his black jacket pocket. "Yes, ma'am." The boy said quietly and sheepishly. "Speak the hell up boy." The man said sternly back. But the boy only looked at him confused. "Your mother told you something, so speak up!" He shouted loudly before stopping and turning around to face the little boy. "I-I..." Hugo stuttered as he was still confused, Marie had understood him, so why was his dad mad? The man walked up to the boy and whipped a fist right across his face, knocking him to the ground. Hugo didn't look for his mother's help though... she never helped him when father was like this... even if he had helped her and took her beatings. Hugo's vision darkened, but he shook it off and got back up. His face had a warm stream of liquid coming out of his mouth and began to run down his chin, and his cheek hurt horribly. "Yes, ma'am." Hugo said loudly, able to get a small smirk out of his dad, "better." The man said sarcastically as he turned around and continued to walk toward the school that a man last week had mentioned, Oakland High school, a community with power, food, water, walls, and people. 'A safe place' according to the man. A place to find hope and safety.

----------------(this was a dream, this will now transfer into a first-person POV of Hugo in modern time.)

It was raining outside. Shane was sleeping inside the shack that we had found 2 days earlier and I was sitting on the rickety porch. I looked around, trying to figure out where to go and how to get there... this life was hard, especially after the high school went to hell and everyone either left or followed Avery's brothers, Sam and Brent, up to Tennessee where they had to build a small community of some sort.

I sighed and shook my head. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to take care of a 7-year-old... I was only 15... "Hugo?" A small voice said from behind me, it was Shane, his tired blue eyes stared at me in confusion. "What's up buddy?" I said tiredly as I put on a small weak smile. "Why are you up? It's dark. Which means the Chompers are out." The little boy said frightfully as he looked around. "Shane, Chompers are out at night and day buddy. Plus, I can't sleep..." I said as I stood up and walked towards him, my clothes were soaked... hopefully I had a dry pair left. I placed my hand on his shoulder and went back inside with him. "Bad dreams?" The little boy said worriedly looking up at me. "No buddy, I haven't had the chance to dream. Just bad memories... that's all." I softly said as I searched for my backpack.
"About mom?"
"Some."
"Our home?"
"Sure."
I pulled out a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans out of my bag and started to change out of my wet ones. "You have to actually answer my question." The little boy said as he crossed his arms. "I did Shane..." I replied back as I slipped on my shirt "No you didn't. I want to know why you're sad." Shane said walking closer to me. I looked at him, I felt ashamed. This little boy should be in Tennessee with his uncles.... but I was selfish... I kept him with me and ran away. I looked away from him.