Being a Part of the Few

Walking

Walking wasn't so bad. But walking was for the weak, and the weak are slow. Some walk, and learn to run.

•Joey's Perspective•

I broke down in front of a man I just met. What I learned about Howard is that, he had to kill his wife because she died, bit his kids, then they turned, so that left him. That left him to kill them.

"Well, it was nice staying but, I got to get going." I said, getting out my chair.

"Where? There's no where safe, no one looking for the living people, so I'm getting a vibe that says no one, gives a rats ass about us." I stood, Howard had a good point, he got up, "Fuck it, I've got nothing left. Where you go, I'll go, because we need to stick together. Someone has to know that they're people still alive."

I took a moment to consider it. It would be nice to have company. But, what if he slows me down? I do need some help in case something goes wrong. "Okay, you can come with me. But slow me down, and I'm leaving your ass behind." He got up reluctantly, smiling eagerly.

"Give me a moment to pack supplies and weapons." He walked down the hallway, and it left me alone in the kitchen. It felt, weird to be alone. I've been lonely longer, but why does this bother me?

He comes back after five minutes that felt like five hours. I check the peephole for zombies, when the coast was clear I clicked my tongue. He had his crossbow ready and armed, I rested my hand on my katana handle.

~~~~

I really like Howard's company. It makes me feel safe and comfortable. Can I trust Howard? He hasn't killed me yet, so I guess it is.

We get to a police station and begin to set up camp. Then a question popped into my head. "Howard, how long have you been alone?" He stops for a second.

"A year and a half, maybe. My wife was ill with cancer, so when they said she wouldn't make it I took her home. Then you know the rest." He continues making his bunk bed. We decided to sleep in a jail cell where it's safer.

For example, zombie walks in, we shut the gate, I use my katana and stab them through the gate. Or worst case possible, one of us turns zombie and gets to the other before they have time to react.

"Joey?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think it's possible for, I don't know, maybe someone robe immune or there be a cure out there?" I froze.

"I...don't know. Best not to get false hope. Okay?" It was silent for a moment.

"Okay Joey, whatever you say." We finished making the bunks, I wanted the bottom bunk because I felt safer that way.

What if there is a cure?