The Land of The Dead

Restart

That moment gave me power. I had never killed a living, breathing person before. It was difficult, but it had to be done to ensure my group's safety... and my own.
As I was walking out of the store, many people cheered and shouted that I had freed them, which I didn't quite understand. I just walked. As I made my way to the truck, I was stopped by George, who then thanked me for freeing them from that tyrant. This all was a blur as my adrenaline started to fade slowly. In this blur, I guess I had allowed a few more adults to join our ranks, but as managers of Alendale, our new branch of survivors. This all felt like a dream... Probably because I climbed to the roof and passed out as soon as we got back.
When I awoke, I was greeted by Linea and a nice warm bowl of soup. I ate, but it went exactly as I thought it would. I didn't eat very fast through the questions she asked me.
"What did you do?" She asked, either worried or very curious.
"Well... I went into their freezer. Once there, I found some strange meat and some crude tools, like my new machete, but I let my guard down and Greg snuck up to put a gun to my head. I don't know how, but I managed to swing it into his side," She cringed as she imagined this. " And I couldn't let him suffer, so I ended it." I dropped my hand, simulating a guillotine. Linea had her hand over her mouth, taking in what had happened. A chill went down my spine at the thought of this too. After a few seconds she leaned over and hugged me, apologizing for letting me go alone. We just sat up there, hand in hand for a few hours, as I prepared myself to repeat that same story to everyone... Again and again.
After she fell asleep, I moved her from my side to her pillow and bed, then headed down the hatch. As I had expected, everyone asked the same question she did, then I told them to meet me in the center of the gym. After everyone who hadn't heard was there, I told the story. There were a few shrieks of fear after I made the hand display again, but other than that, it was just a bunch of looks of understanding or sadness, or even of apology. After this I just went to bed on the roof again. I was so tired, just from the memory. But I guess that's a lot of what keeps us sane here... Memory.
"You shouldn't be here"

"Brad! Wake up!" I threw myself up, landing on my feet, ready to fight. Seeing this, Linea grabbed my arm and jammed it back and upward toward my neck. This was a great move because it made me feel pain, which hadn't happened at the store, thus waking me from my nightmare. As I turned to look at her, she began to explain.
"You were in a cold sweat, shaking, as if in pain. Are you alright?"

I felt my forehead and the sweat. It all came flooding back. "I was dreaming about the store and what could've happened if he'd taken the shot..." I sat down on my bed. She sat at the end of the mattress and looked at me. I had my head down, thinking. In an effort to make me feel better, she grabbed my hands and held them for a while. I never would have done so to her, considering I knew that she hated contact, but this definitely made me feel better. I didn't see, and she didn't say anything, but a single tear ran down her face as she thought about what my dream could have been...
We didn't notice, but we sat like that all night in silence. We only moved to watch the sun rise. A symbol of tomorrow... A better tomorrow. (Hopefully)