Meet Me

Chapter 38 - Goodbye To Ash

Two days later – Sometime in the night.

"How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?" - Whinnie The Pooh

I creep into Ashes room. He is lying on his back, completely asleep. He is peaceful. I slip into his bed and hug him close. He smiles in his sleep and squeezes me tightly. I don’t smile. We don’t have anything but memories together anymore. I couldn’t consider him a friend. Being a friend means that you are always going to be there for them. In times of need; in times of greatness.

 I didnt want to say goodbye, but I needed to do this for myself. I was always very selfish anyway.

I watch him for a second, then my eyes avert to the slow up and down of the covers – his breathing. I smile, glad that he is breathing. As Edward said to Bella, though very yuck, breathing is the greatest gift he could’ve given me.

He was alive and well.

Kissing Ashes cheek quickly, I slip out of the bed again and out of the room. My footsteps thud softly as I make my way to the outside. There is still a large helping of zombies outside of the gate. There was no gap in the wire, and no dead bodies. I breathed a sigh of relief. So it really was a dream?

I walk up to the clawing hands at the fence and stand opposite them. I really am no different to them: thinking we are emotionless, we have no control over our actions, nobody truly cares about us but a select few. Those select few will be dead if we get any nearer or closer to them. One more thing that we have in common is that we are ugly on the inside. A trapped person is hidden somewhere in the ugly. Somebody who feels, who cares and who knows what to do.

“I hate you.” I hiss. “I was with you from the beginning and what do I get? Certainly not death. You don’t know how bittersweet your condition is.” I snarl at them.

Let me clear something up. In case you had forgotten, the drug we had taken the night I shot my first zombie was the drug that had caused there to be an apocalypse. Kyle had bought it and shared it around our gang. We had all popped a pill. It didn’t affect Kyle or me because there is something in our blood that prevents us from becoming like them. One of their damned army.

I learnt this a week ago when he scientist in our group ran tests. Kyle had been wearing the same coat he'd been wearing the day it happened. A few pills remained. We told the scientist our theory, and he made do with the prison tools to find out if it were possible... it was.

I am only telling you now, and keep in mind I didn't intend to say anything, because I won’t be here to tell you later.

Kyle

I watch her and her every movement.

I love this woman.

I love my sister.

Not in the right way though.

Kate

I had known Kyle far too long to love him as a brother. The things we had done, the moments we had shared were too powerful.

If only my life had been different…