Being a Part of the Few

Talking

They said it would be fine. It'll be over, they'll find a cure. Use the blood of anyone was immune. Bullshit.

-Howard's Perspective-

I told her everything. From, my wife dying, turning into a zombie, killing my kids, then having to kill all of them.  How badly I wanted to die after that, but I kept giving myself hope, that one day, it'll all be over.

I don't know much about Joey though, she keeps to herself. "What about you? Tell me your story." She looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes. It reminds me of a dark chocolate, not exactly black, but has hints of light brown in there.

"My story isn't interesting." Her voice, was soft, gentle, and caring. Dammit I missed human interaction. But there was no way I would survive a day out there. I'm not as strong as her.

"Yeah it is, c'mon. You've made it this far, not dead yet, so you're pretty interesting." She looked down again, and gently shook her head. Her loose strands of hair fell from her braid, the almond color hair, was almost hypotonic.

She looks up again, "Okay, I'll tell you. Before any of it happened, my husband and children were playing outside, I was cooking lunch, everything was normal. Then I heard the screams, I grabbed my katana from the living room, ready and prepared, but not for this.

"My neighbor, had blood squirting from his neck, came charging at them. Before I could get to them, he got one of my kids, my husband ran with the other. I froze. I don't know-" she looks down and begins to tear up, she looks back, her eyes look like a dolls eyes, "We got back inside, stayed up all night. I watched the sun rise, and I was still traumatized from that day. Then, my 4-year-old began crying. She wouldn't be quiet, the zombies started to get closer, and she got louder. Then my husband got up, with her, and before I knew it, he pushed her out the door. I was forced to listen to those screams." She finally couldn't take, she began to break down, tears pouring down her face. But she didn't stop.

"So, that night, I told my husband to sleep so I can take watch. I took my katana as soon as he was sound asleep, and stabbed him, once in the head, then in the heart. Then I went out through the back, got supplies, and ran. I've been running for 2 years."

I didn't know what to do. I got up, and gave her a hug. She hugged me back, I was trying my best to soothe her. I barely knew her, but, I couldn't help it. She needed this type of company and comfort.

Or do I?