Divergent ~ zombie apocalypse

Chapter 13

Tris's POV

We push him as far as we can away. Zeke says he will transform soon. I'm not sure what that means.

He also said whatever happens, happens. To not feel guilty. I don't know what that means either.

Everyone goes inside. Except me. I'm not sure why I don't go in. No one stops me though. Zeke just hands me a gun and tells me to be careful. Marlene sits next to me.

"Yeah right, I won't be careful, I'm going to run straight into a pit of walker and let him bite me in my privates." she rolls her eyes and sighs.

I ignore her.

"We lost Al to suicide about three months ago." She nudges me. "Hung himself," she sighs a deep dreadful sigh.

"He was sweet, but everyone sorta knew he wasn't going to make it. And he ended it. It was depressing. We hid him though. Said a few words and left before the walkers could get us."

I sigh. I see Wills chest rise slowly. If it was not for the thick layer of sweat you would think he was sleeping.

His eyes, but not his eyes, snap open and he sits up. Flesh covering him. But not as much as normal walkers.

Marlene gags and runs inside.

He can't die this way, a zombie. I'm saying it again, if rather him die than look like this. I grab my gun unable to think.

He looks at me alarm in his fake zombie eyes and starts to walk toward me.

I wince. No no please let me be dreaming. Oh god this isn't real. I point it at him and he fastens his pace. I wait until he's as close to me so that I can't miss.

I look away. Better not to look. Better to pretend nothing is happening. I shot and hear a lifeless body thump on the hard dirt. I sob.

"TRIS YOU DUMBASS." Zeke pulls me into the house.

I can't see tears cloud my vision.

"I killed him, I killed him, I killed him." Marlene pulls me into a hug.

"He was going to kill us. YOU. If you didn't do what you did."

I sigh and nod.

After we calm down Zeke boards up the door.

"We got a long night, survivors." Zeke says once he finishes.

I pull out my diary.

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One deceased, 8 group members left. this isn't how I suspected my first five days in the apocalypse. We'll I never did actually imagine it. Being the small quiet book reading girl I was. It has been three months since the latest and first death. Al was his name. Hung himself. This time it was will. However I've only seen him for five days. I felt like I lost family. In a way he is my family. They all are. The transformation was horrible, I hope I never have to see it again. Eyes turn glassy not his real green eyes, flesh covering Wills body. Small moans coming out. This is a horrible place to be. This isn't living, it's hardly surviving.