The Bad, The Ugly, And Us

Here isn't Here

As we approach the house we see at least 5-6 dead zombies laying on the ground. "QUICK GET THE GATE OPEN!" Eric yells. My mind is racing, what the hell happened and then it hits me. What the fuck happened and is Julia safe. Max and Eric get the gate open. "Andrew, what the hell happened here, how'd the zombies get inside the gate." Max yells up to Andrew. "IS JULIA OKAY?" I yell up before he has the chance to answer Max. Wait a second, I notice Andrew isn't up on the roof, what the hell he never leaves until he's ready for sleep. I burst inside the house where Derrick, Julia and Andrew are waiting for us. Derrick is all teared up, Andrew is sweating and breathing heavily. "Guys, what the hell happened here?" Eric asks in a slightly annoyed manner.
"Can't you see it you fucking idiot, we were attacked and now my brother is bitten, he was infected" Derrick said while trying to hold in his sobs. Julia is sitting right next to Derrick, clearly at a loss for words. "Julia, come here please." As I call Julia over, Eric and Derrick start arguing loudly. "Julia what happened here?"
"It was horrible, me and Derrick were chatting in the front yard when we were attacked, Andrew was off the roofs to take a piss so he couldn't warn us. We heard Andrew scream and fire off a few shots and next thing we knew he and a few zombies stepped into sight. It wasn't until after we killed them all we noticed Andrew was bitten on the shoulder. After we cleaned up the mess Derrick brought Andrew into the house and has kept him on the couch since, he's in denial Dylan but we've seen what this can do to people."
"I know, maybe we can just-" I am then interrupted by the sound of a gun cocking. "Eric, step away from my fucking brother or I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out, I swear to God I won't hesitate."
"Derrick you know what we have to do, he'll turn into one of them if we don't take care of him soon."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW, he could come back from this, maybe it doesn't affect everyone the same way just leave him with me."
"Okay, okay Derrick we can do that." Derrick lowers his gun now crying, "thank you, thank you." Just then Eric grabs the gun from Derrick and walks over to Andrew. "Eric what are you doing, please don't kill m-" BLAM.
"What did you do Eric, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO!"
"I did what was good for all of us, this is what needed to be done and you didn't have the stones to do it Derrick, I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO DIE!"
"I want you OUT OF MY HOUSE BY THE TIME MY EYES OPEN TOMORROW MORNING AND IF YOU AREN'T YOU'RE GONNA BE WISHING YOU KEPT WALKING THAT DAY YOU SHOWED UP AT MY HOUSE." Eric doesn't bother answering Derrick's request. He just walks upstairs, Max following right behind him. "Julia, we should go upstairs to our room." She ignores my request and goes to comfort Derrick. "Derrick, I'm here for you okay, you'll get through this I promise you." She grabs his hand and helps him up into a hug. "I know he was important to you but you gotta move on, let's bury him tomorrow when we burn the zombies bodies."
"Thanks Julia, I appreciate you being here for me, I think I'm just gonna go lay down." I grab the handgun out of my pocket, "I suppose I'll keep watch and make sure nothing was drawn by all the gunfire tonight."
"Big bro, I'm not gonna be able to sleep after everything that happened today, mind if I keep watch with you?"
"Of course not Julia let's go, today's been a long day."