Dust to Dust
The wind rustled through the trees. You could feel the sun beginning to burn your skin. Your palms were sweaty as your hand gripped a shovel. Letting the shovel fall from your grip you looked at your hands. They were calloused, dirty, and covered in blood-none of it your own. You kneeled down into the dirt and let violent sobs erupt from you.
You pointed your gun and held it tightly in your sweaty hands. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest as if it wanted to burst right through your chest.
"You have to do this."
The words cut through the silence. You looked at her- your sister. Dry tears streaked her face. You couldn't look away from her. Her hair which always used to be perfect and pristine was now oily and frayed. Her clothes were tattered and covered in sweat, dirt, and blood. She clutched her arm to her chest, her voice steady.
"Please you have to do this. You can't let me turn into one of them."
Tears began to fall from your eyes.
"No, don't cry you have to be strong, for me. Please."
You shook your head and lowered your gun. "I can't. I can't shoot you. How am I supposed to do this alone?"
You looked at her. Her eyes fierce peered into yours. "You have to make it in this world. You have to be strong. You take what you're feeling you put it in a box and you bury it. Do you hear me? Don't let this world beat you. "
You swallowed. You throat was dry and it ached. No matter how many times you swallowed the lump in your throat wouldn't disappear. Your eye began to burn.
"Do you understand me? Do it! Shoot me!"
You raised your gun again and pointed it at her forehead.
"That's it." She gripped the gun and held pressed it tightly against her forehead. "I love you with all my heart. Survive. Fight. You don't give up, not for anything. Do you understand?"
Her eyes had so much strength. You were weak. You bit your lip.
"Tell me you understand."
You nodded your head.
"I need to hear you say it."
"I understand. "
She nodded her head. A lone tear escaped from her eye and traveled down her face. She smiled.
"Go ahead. It's ok"
Your eyes began to blur.
"I love you. It's ok. It's ok, it's ok."
Your hand tightened its grip on the gun.
"Shh. It's ok. It's ok."
The gun shot rang out through the forest. You could hear the birds flying away. But all you saw was your sister lying still on the ground.
You had buried her near a tree. The sun was now beginning to set in the sky; filling it with purple and orange light. You slowly picked yourself off the ground and grabbed your pack. The walkers should have come for you by now. But they hadn't. A part of you wished they had. You slung your pack over your shoulder and began your walk. You could hear groans beginning to echo through the forest.
(A/N)
Well I haven't updated any of my other stories but here is this one. Got inspired and had to write it down. #4 in my one shot series. Tried to make this as ambiguous as I could based on gender. If anyone reads this- just thanks. Review if you wish. Thanks for reading.