Shane's POV:
I looked silently in horror at my brother's dead body, he was shot directly in the lungs from what I could tell. I heard footsteps coming closer, both dead and living. My first instinct was to grab the gun that was at my knees, so I did. "Damn ruffian trying to steal my sh-" I pulled the trigger, blasting him in the stomach. The man that murdered my brother fell to the ground screaming in pain. I stepped up and over my brother, shoving the barrel in the murderer's chest. "YOU BASTARD!" I yelled, "YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BROTHER!" I felt pure anger rolling through my veins as I watched this man beg for mercy. "We were on a mission for you ass holes... so you shoot the mailman." I sneered, pushing the gun harder on his chest. "I-I dint know! I'm sorry!" He gasped "the kid! Brent's! In the house! Sorry! Just let me go, please!" The man named Richard pleaded as he lied on the ground. Defenseless.
I looked him in the eyes, they seemed innocent, but my hand holding the gun told my finger to pull the trigger, so I did. Five more times, decorating his chest and face. Once I realized what I was doing, I threw the gun down and cried. I had no more family, nobody left to love and care for me. I fell to my knees beside my brother, I checked his pulse, but it was not there... I knew I had to keep him from turning... I untucked the knife he gave me a long time ago, I prayed with it tightly grasped in my hand. And then I did it... punctured his head, the noise and feeling mad me throw up in the grass behind me, blood poured from his head, even more, when I pulled my blade out.
I sat there and screamed, I cried, I just wanted to die... I came close to slitting my throat but was stopped by a loud cry coming from the house. I looked at Hue's lifeless body and nodded. That little kid was why we came here. I slowly stood up, my knees shook and my hands were numb, but I walked to that house. I opened the door and saw photos everywhere. I saw a man about in his twenties and women about the same age in a picture. The woman was pregnant. The pictures looked more recent than they were old, I saw more of a little baby in that mans arms, a happy family was pasted on these walls. But blood splattered the walls, a crime scene...
I cracked open the door from where the crying was coming from. More images of a man and woman holding a baby, the same one in the crib. It came to me that this was not my uncle's kid, her family was murdered by that Ven-Cross guy... the kid was only about two or three, she was young and cute... she was alone, like me. "H-hey there..." I whispered as I reached down to pick the whimpering baby up. I held her in my arms and smiled, I thought of Hue... I remembered that amber-colored knife he gave to me, his favorite color is what he told me... the little girl had no name, so I gave her one as I rummaged through the house for supplies. Her name would be Amber Hugo Olson. My family. My pride. My joy.
We went outside, Amber had her arms wrapped around my neck as we approached the corpse of my dear dead brother... I grabbed his bag of belongings and dumped it into the duffel bag I found in the house. A single photo drifted out from the bottom, it was old and ripped slightly. I knew exactly who the people were. I saw my mother, pregnant with me. I saw my brother, young, happy, and alive. I saw my dad, for the first time. It was a photograph I've never seen... I flipped it over and words littered the back
"To Shane,
I know you should have gotten this sooner, but, you know I like being greedy all the time. This is a picture before you were born, obviously, but it's our family. Hopefully by now your 15, hopefully, we're both still kicking... I love you, Shane.
-Your annoying brother,
Hugo."
I lowered the picture and cried. This was all that was left. I neatly placed the photo in my canvas pouch and lifted the heavy bag onto my back. I let out a deep breath and looked down at my brother. "I'll make you proud... you just rest. Tell mom and dad I love them, and I love you too..." I softly spoke, firmly holding the baby girl in my arms as I slowly turned and walked to the road, not going the way I came. I kept moving forward, I wasn't going to Prescott, I wasn't going to Riverton, and I definitely wasn't going to Ven-Cross. I was going forward, I was going on my own. I wanted to raise this child to be everything more than I was. We would be together, so we wouldn't walk alone. Because in the end, the dead will continue to roam this planet, people will not be trustworthy or safe. We will become strong together because I won't let anything or anyone can change who we are.
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The walking dead: Who we are
أدب الهواةThe apocalypse started six years ago, fifteen-year-old Hugo Lance and his seven-year-old stepbrother Shane Olson, have been on their own for two years since their community, Oakland (an old high school) was taken over by The dead. their mother, Aver...
