Bite Me

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If I've made any grammatical or spelling errors please comment and let me know. Carl Grimes will not die in this story. Thanks and enjoy.    -Mars

He had the gun and she had the knife. It's been about a year since everything started going down hill, since the dead started to walk, since everything was normal. Walking slightly behind her dad, knife swinging in her palm, Kay followed the trail to the market. The Shillers were holed up in a house a couple blocks from a supply store that they hope still has some remnance of supplies.

The weather was sunny, only small wisps of clouds were in sight. Kay brought a hand up to shield her blinded eyes. Her dad was smart enough to bring a baseball cap along. During their journey not a single Roamer was spotted. This was one of the times Kay was happy to be outside, happy she got to share this with her dad. This was one of those moments where everything seems worth it.

Kay burped.

Her father chuckled, "Watch this." He remarked, eyes crinkling into a smile. He gulped down some air, patted his chest and let one rip. Kay caved over herself and cackled. Clutching her stomach she stood back up. Her dad had gotten ahead of her on the trail, he waited for a her a couple steps ahead and watched her with a smile.

They walked together again side by side, the store coming into veiw, identical smiles drawn on their faces. Kay sucked in air, pat her chest, and let out the burp that vectored over all others. Her father let out a hearty laugh from his gut. Pride was written all over Kay's face.

"Now that was a good one." Her dad spoke, laughter showing in his words. He exhaled a laugh, "Are you really going to leave me hangin'"

Kay turned her head to see her father's hand raised up for a high-five. She brought her hand to his, but didn't smack it like normal. In the past couple months the two had come up with the 'Magnet-Five'. Their hands waivered in front of each other then shot past each other; identical to magnets with like-forces, hence the name.

They both laughed a similar laugh and exclaimed, "Magnet-Five!"

The two reached the end of the block and turned to their right. They both had the neighborhood memorized. The first week they stayed in the house, Kay and her father did not want to go out at all; they wanted to bask in the safeness of the walls. But they needed supplies. After exploring the small town they had mapped out different essential locations, they had found a couple well-stocked stores, a river, and a couple of houses with weapons. After a couple of runs to the newest store, the family knew the way.

They had reached the front entrance of the store. It looked exactly the same as it did last time the two saw it. Though, there could be a stray Roamer or two, so Kay stepped behind her father just in case. She took out her knife, and he took out his gun. He walked through the doorway and Kay followed, keeping a keen ear out for any noise.

The shop was small. It had a tiny desk at the front where Kay's dad had found a gun and some bullets the first day they found the shop. It had three isles, which were still mostly filled. The neighborhood people had just seemed to disappear, they didn't raid the local grocery store, didn't take the food out of their homes, didn't take any clothes with them, no pictures either, they just left. It was weird, but who was she going to ask.

From first glance the shop was empty of any other life - or death. Though, her guard couldn't be let down. It never really could because of the Roamers and all, but in a small unsecured space like this she had to be ever vigilant. Kay and her father separated momentarily to find all of the things they needed. They split up the list so that they could be in and out faster; the more daylight they have the better.  Her father went for the medicine and antibiotics, while she went for food and water. She went to the left and he went to the right.

She took her blue backpack off her back, it was so light she'd almost forgotten about it. She looked in the freezers to her far left, they carried spoiled milk, spoiled juice, and two cartons of water. She used her knife to cut open the plastic and emptied the bottles into the pack, she did the same with the other pack; it filled up the first whole pocket of her bag. The second pocket she had reserved for food. But there was still food littered around the shelves. She looked through the shelves to find moldy sandwiches, wilting veggies, the canned goods were reaching a low point - there would probably be some in the back. She closed the first pocket of her bag while she surveyed the isles. She opened the second pocket and began looking at the can labels. There were cans of peaches, corn, spaghettio's, soup, green beans, tomatoes, and mushrooms. There were only a couple cans of each, the store was properly stocked when they first found it but now the store was visibly emptied.

She put her bag on her back, circled through the isles again, and made her way to the front desk. She usually grabbed a couple Big Kats for her and her father. She crouched down to pick a couple from the front of the counter when a big crash erupted from her dad's side of the store.

Barely even looking at where she was headed, Kay ran the short distance to the other side of the store. Making her way to her father, she realized one of the shelves had fallen. Right. Onto. Her. Dad.

"Shit." Kay muttered under her breath.

The noise was loud, Roamers were sure to be at their throats within minutes. Her father groaned in pain. His legs were crushed right under the wooden shelf. Kay moved by his side and gripped the top of the shelf, she tried to lift it. Her feet almost slipped out from underneath her, but she needed her dad safe. She would do anything for him, this is definitely one of those things.

Kay set her shoulders up onto her back, set her butt over her heels, and lifted with her abs - the strongest part of her body. She lifted it, but her dad didn't move. He had to move. He had to move. He had to move or else she'd have to put the shelf back down on his legs. Or else he'd be in more pain. Or else he would get bit. Or else she'd be alone. Or else her dad would be dead. He had to move.

"Daddy please." She muttered. Her arms were straining, she couldn't hold it much longer. He had to move. Please. She thought. Please Lord, if you're still with us, please save him. Her father didn't move. He didn't move.

The Roamers were in the store. Kay's arms gave out, and her legs almost gave out. The shelf fell on her father's legs, he didn't react. Kay cried. The Roamers got closer and closer to her and her dad. She fought them off as best she could. One got to her dad, he didn't respond to the bite either. He was gone. Gone - gone. She felt fingers grasp her clothes, her vision blurred together, and she ran back home with sobs racking her body.

This couldn't be real. Kay couldn't be all alone. She couldn't. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Kay thought.

She barged into her and her da- just her house and collapsed. She couldn't handle it anymore. She pinched herself, counted her fingers, anything that would confirm her being in this nightmare.

This was real life. She had to start surviving.

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