Citizen Z

Chapter 29

508 days since the virus spread

Early the next morning

It's really early, its still dark outside. Its probably around 2 AM.

I've been waiting for them for hours. I can't fall asleep, I'm too worried.

I got bored and stitched myself up. I've been waiting around like an idiot.

They still haven't come back yet.

I'm sure they will comeback...they have to. They can't just leave me here. Can they?

My chest feels like it wants to close up. My heart is beating so loud that it is making it hard to focus on anything, except my thoughts.

What if they left me here?

I can't accept that, they would never leave me here, but on the other hand, what if they didn't have a choice?

But Frank promised he would never leave me...he promised.

There has to be a good reason, maybe they had to hide or something. I don't know...I just know they're coming back sometime. I just have to wait, they'll come back for me.

He promised me.

If not, I'll go looking for them, injured leg and all. I'm not being left behind here, I don't want to be on my own again.

Well, if something did happen to him, a zombie could easily pick me off, putting me out of my misery.

Am I losing my mind??

No, I have to wait here, or at least until sunrise.

It's dangerous to go out at night, but on the other hand what do I have to lose? If they're gone, what point do I have? Do I want to sit around and wait to be picked off eventually?

My brain is messing with me, I can't even think straight. I just need to breath, I'm going to panic myself into a panic attack.

Deep breaths....deeeeeeep breaths....

Since when have I become like this? Like Frank would say, a panic mechanic.

I've never been dependent of anyone or relied on anyone for anything before, not ever. But since I met Frank, well... I guess that's changed.

If you asked me five years ago, I would've told you that you're insane. Just look at me now. I softened up.

He's all I can think about, it's hard not to think about him and the days I need him, he's actually there for me.

But what about me being there for him?

Could I possibly be selfish and not listen to him?

Am I that bad?

What if I'm a bad listener or just a bad person in general?

I sometimes feel like I have no use. How could people care about someone like me? Am I unlovable?

Suddenly, the waterfall is interrupted, making me break away from my thoughts.