Remember Me (PewDieCry Fanfic 3)

It Is

Cry's POV

I nodded and rested my head into his chest. His scent unmarried by zombie blood like the rest of us. Because I was protecting him.
I can tell he doesn't remember her because he's not breaking down or pushing me off of him.
She deserves to be remembered. I know that.
Then why don't I just tell him.
He remembered Marzia when I told him.
He remembered Alex without me telling him.
I wonder what else he remembers?
It doesn't matter because he doesn't remember me.
And that's the thought that drove me off the couch.
"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered and struggled to stand on my leg and it gave out beneath me. I fell to the floor and I was still a mess. I had tears down my neck and face and i whimpered in pain. I think my leg is infected.
"Hey, Cry are you alright?!" He jumped to his feet and the only look on his face was concern. I knew that.
But all I could remember was the hate in his eyes after his daughter died in his arms.
"I'm sorry," I skidded back across the floor and raised my arm above my face to shield myself. From the hate.
Because I know he hates me. Deep down.
He knows about Tayla now. He must remember.
"Cry, Cry I'm not going to hurt you," he walked towards me and my back hit the wall.
He knelt down and wrapped his hands around my forearms gently. He pulled them away from my face and I just squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't look at him. Not after what I did to Tayla. To him.
"Cry, tell me what's wrong," he begged.
"Tayla," I choked out.
"Cry, what happened to her?" His voice shook.
I couldn't respond.
"I don't remember a damn thing about her and and she's supposed to be my daughter?! What aren't you telling me?!" He yelled. Ken came into the room.
"Felix, come on," he murmured.
"Cry please," he begged. "I JUST WANT TO REMEMBER!" He screamed and Ken dragged him out of the room.
I rolled over onto my side and curled into a ball. My tears soaked into my knees and I heard light footsteps come out of Tayla's room.
Ash.
She sat beside me and rubbed my back.
"Cry, it's not your fault," she told me.
I just cried.
It is.
It is it is it is.

I woke up curled up in the corner with a blanket over me. I must have cried myself to sleep. It would have been embarrassing but nothing embarrassed me anymore.
Delilah looked like she was guarding me. They had barricaded the glass doors but not well. Anything could come in here any minute of it really wanted to and they generally do.
"You didn't fall asleep," she told me in her thick accent that I loved from Felix.
"What?" I croaked.
"You passed out from the infection. I don't think you were deranged but it certainly enhanced your emotions," she looked at me. "Guilt. Apparently."
"What do you know?" I narrowed my eyes.
"I know how to fix a bullet wound and stop it from getting infected," she looked at my leg and my eyes followed hers. There was a fresh bandage and the hot pain had dissipated to a dull ache.
"Thank you," I murmured in a state of shock and awe.
"It was nothing. Maybe one day you can save my life for a change," she grinned and I laughed.
"Do you like us?" I asked honestly. She thought about it and nodded.
"You are dysfunctional and sad but amusing," she described. I laughed.
"How so?"
"Well you are obviously in love with the confused one who doesn't know who you are," she stated nochalantly.
"Felix," I growled.
"Whatever," she dismissed, "and you treat Ash like a little sister which can only lead to disaster since you are already messed up and she is a weak child who will die."
"You don't know that, I can protect her. She's str-"
"Strong? Strong enough to beat the hunters and the rapists and the zombies. It's hell, Cry. Hell. She is surviving but she is not living."
She had a point.
"Ken?" I asked. She smiled slightly.
"Ken, he is nice and caring and relatively undamaged. Unlike you and Felix," she smiled as she teased me. "What are you so sorry for?" She asked.
"I was the reason she died," I whispered.
"His daughter?" She asked. I nodded and held back the tears again. It was so vivid. The hate in his eyes. In hers. Why did she hate me?
"What happened?" She asked softly.
"She had cancer," I closed my eyes and spoke quietly. "Terminal. Didn't tell us. Came over to the states. She almost died. We decided to turn her so kill the Cancer. She was going to die anyway. We went across the states looking for a cure. Found some people. Lost them. Found a cure. We went back up and we walked in and she smiled. She was happy to see felix," i recounted.
"She was awake?" She asked.
"I don't know how, but yes. She was normal with him but she hated me for some reason and she tried to kill me. We wrestled and I started winning. I had a knife at her throat. Thinking in self defense. Felix tried to shoot me or at least my arm or soemthing. We were so close to saving her and he couldn't let me kill her. We were in love," I smiled as the tears fell down. "He had to shoot his lover or his daughter," I spat. "I should have let her bite me and we would have been cured together. But he shot and it hit her chest. Tore it open. He gave her the cure and tried to shoot me. Then he shot himself and I managed to save him but he doesn't remember," I choked out.
"Cry that was not your fault," she frowned. "Why would you think that was your fault?"
Because he said it. Because he glared at me and aimed a gun at me and the hatred was pure. Because I know. I know he meant to save her not me. And I'm the reason she died.
"I know," I cried. She came over to me and hugged me.
"He loved me, now he doesn't even know me," I let my tears stain her leather jacket with salt water.
"He does. Did you see how you two were sitting on the couch. How he wanted to comfort you? He still loves you cry. You just have to show him."