Survival of the fittest

Chapter 7: Keep Breathing

"I'm going for a walk out to look for some water with Gibson, ill be back in no time!", Ron called out to me.

"Okay, be safe!", I shouted

I've been noticing something wrong with Gibson the last couple of days and it wasn't making me happy. He looked worried and always distracted, and sad. I mean, I understand the world is one giant shit ball but... What could be making Gibson act such a way. He's usually the glue that holds our group together. So happy, always quoting people, the peace maker. I couldn't imagine him any other way.

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{Rons Point of view)

As Gibson and I got deeper into the forest, out looking for a lake I noticed him moving and cracking and bending his fingers.

"You okay over there Gibs?"

"HU?... Oh yeah Ronald I'm completely fine."

"You know I like being called Ron right"

"Does it matter what I call you"

"...whatever"

He pointed over to a lake and I quickly got the buckets and scooped up some water

"YESS this is genuinely so clean", I stated taking a sip of the water, "it tastes like Jesus' sweat, Gibson you have to try some"

"I'm good thanks. Gotta save some for the group"

"There's plenty of water for the group Gibs, here have some"

"No I'm fine." With that, he grabbed his filled buckets and started heading back to the house.

"What the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden. You're not eating, you're not quoting, you're down all the time and you hardly talk anymore"

"Nothing is wrong I just feel lost"

"We all feel lost Gibs"

"I've been planning to leave for a couple days"

"What do you mean"

"I want to be away from everyone and hopefully die while I'm at it"

"Don't say that"

"I only say it because it's true.", he stopped talking and suddenly pushed me to the ground

"What the hell?!", I turned around to Gibson fighting off a zombie.

Quickly I got up and pulled the corps off him, backfiring, the undead bastard made me fall, with him on top of me and ready to infect.
I struggled to grab my knife, Gibson hesitantly pulled him off me and fell back in the process. But I was too late to kill him. The zombie bit his leg.

"Gibson! no! I- i have to cut your leg!"

"No. Ron. Let me go"

"No! I can save you! Just hold still!"

"RON! I want to go. I didn't do this for you. I did it for me. I want you to tell the rest of the group that this was all an accident. And that i never saw it coming. But Ron please let me go. I refuse to turn into one of those shits so you better kill me soon"

I couldn't help but laugh at his ignorance towards the situation

"If this is what you want"

"It's what I want"

He took my knife and angled it to his head

"Do it. Right now"

"I can't"

"Why not"

"You're not dead yet see and I don't want to kill a person"

"I'm dying anyway, do it!"

But I couldn't

"Ron, please let me have this. You and the group are going to go far. I want you all to stay alive, I want you and Connie to end up surviving this whole thing. I want you to have a life. No matter how fucked up this world seems to get, I want you to keep breathing", those were his last words before the virus got to his brain. He fell back cold. His last wish was not to be one of those corps.
I took my knife and sunk it in his skull. And out of all the quotes he's said. Who knew I'd end up quoting him.

The group should never found out this was his choice.
They would never forgive me for letting him do this, but frankly, How could I forgive myself.

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Wow I am really crap at updating arnt I. Sorry about that but PLS vote this story for more updates I need to know if you're enjoying this, so I feel like I should describe Gibson alittle.

Gibson is jolly and nice like Santa. Except he's wayyyyy less old. Idk if you guys will miss him but he's gone now so pretend you do, I'll try to get alittle more romance going with Connie and Ron too. Until next time, goodbye.

-kat