Surviving Walkers

S01E02 - Ryan Must Die

Hancock ran to the kitchen holding his shotgun but the sound of his footsteps stopped with another blast of a gunshot. I held my position afraid to move. I stood there like a statue leaving the person whom was left to decide my fate. Giving me a great deal of joy—Ryan walked in with holding the shotgun in his left hand and the handgun in his right.

"Which one?" He asked.

"What?" I asked back, clueless.

He raised the weapons up.

"Why would I need a gun?" I asked.

"Take a look outside the window." He said.

I walked over to the kitchen, as the sight of Hancock and Ricky lying on blood pools shocked me. Avoiding them and their scattered blood, I reached the window with careful steps to take a look outside. It was a wasteland. Cars with doors opened were left on the road and hundreds of dead, half eaten people were massacred on the street. The scheme of houses which looked alive and colorful before, now had blood stains allover the walls.

"Here!"

I turned back to Ryan's voice. He tossed me the handgun. Only after I caught it that I realized it was way too heavy than I expected.

"It's a Glock 45 so you gotta handle it well." He said.

"What if I didn't?"

"You won't be shooting for long."

"Then give me the shotgun."

"Dude—have some common sense."

"When did guns become common sense?"

"When we were passed out. When all this shit happened." He said. "Let's go check on the girls."

I followed Ryan trying to figure out the hell that had fallen upon us. Running up the stairs holding the unfamiliar weapon, I realized that I was with a murderer who killed two people in cold blood.

"Dude you killed two people in cold blood." I spoke my mind.

"Tell me if someone gave a shit."

"Police?"

Ryan stopped and looked at me annoyed.

"I'd welcome them right now, and it was self defense."

Then he bashed through the door which led to room girls were in.

With all the stuff I went through in the past hour—I still couldn't handle what I saw. As my heart stopped beating, my sight was locked on the pool of blood in the middle of the room, which was exaggerated by white tiles. Alex was lying on it with her blood soaked cloths. Her arms and legs spread across. Her stomach was ripped open, and her guts were lurking out and scattered around violently. She had her mouth opened and eyes red which marked the pain and suffering she went through before coming to this state. Tara was on her knees with her head lowered into Alex's body, with her red painted crimson hands—feeding off of her.

"Tara..." Murmured Ryan in a hopeless voice.

"What the hell's going on!?"

"Tara, please..." Ryan begged.

As he did, Tara looked at us. Her deadly eyes shining, her half-naked body stained with Alex's blood, chewing whatever she had stuffed in her mouth. I couldn't handle myself. I remembered what Hancock went through. I couldn't understand my thoughts. I raised my arm, aimed the gun, and then I pulled the trigger.

The gun cocked back into my hand and a sharp pain went up to my shoulder. With a loud bang, I watched Tara dropping onto the floor, and Ryan roaring and grieving over his girlfriend , as if the time had slowed down. The shock and the blasting sound of the weapon had a drastic effect on me.

Ryan looked at me as if he was looking at the devil. I looked away exhausted by his contact. He turned back to the hallway, slow and depressed. I followed him. The change of scenery let sense and emotions flow in to my mind. I was scared, feeling guilty, alone and hopeless. Kicking them off the back door, we heard another growl from the room. Ryan and I looked at each other as we both got a grip on our weapons. We walked back to where we were—only to witness the more hell that awaited us.

Alex wasn't lying on the floor anymore, as she should have been. She had turned on her stomach, and was crawling to us in great anger, growling as she did. On the way, she left her guts and a thick trail of blood on the floor. She stared at me as nothing like she how used to. I didn't see them as beautiful, attractive eyes that reflected her heart. I watched her slowly making her way to me, crawling on the bloody, slippery tiles. I slowly crouched so she could reach me. I wanted her to come to me, I wanted her to be with me. In the next split second, a huge blast came from behind and I shut my eyes out of the shock—then I opened them right back. Alex was there, but her head was blown into pieces and was scattered on the floor everywhere. I watched the lifeless body lay on the ground, creating another pool of blood that reached my shoes.

Ryan's hand was reaching out to me. I stood up with much effort, holding my handgun. The dizziness and the blacking out made me wave taking the life out of my legs. I aimed my weapon to Ryan with my shivering arm. All I wanted to do was end it—end him. I squeezed the finger while the demons of revenge dwelt in my mind. He must pay for what he did to Alex. Ryan must die.