Hello everyone, and welcome to my world of fiction.
This is actually the first story I've written, and I hope you enjoy. It is set after the events of 4X16, but it doesn't spoil anything that happened during the season finale. Don't forget to leave a review, a favorite or a follow.
-Ellie
As I stood here, I could only wish for one thing.
Death.
I was waiting for death like you wait for an old friend. Death was the only thing that seemed comforting at this point. The darkness, the numbness, the end of the pain. That's what I wanted most. They were all gone, and I was the last man standing. But I couldn't do it. I just couldn't.
When you're 15, you're not supposed to think about death. You're supposed to think about girls, sex, first times. You're not supposed to walk around carrying a gun, holding onto it for dear life because you know that if you let it go, you'll lose yourself forever. That gun becomes part of you.
My problem is that even if I didn't lose my gun, there was still a part of me that I could never get back. A part that was gone forever, a part that would never see the light of day again. A part that couldn't live in a world like this.
I think I've gone mad.
Mad from looking at all that blood.
Just the fact that I'm covered in my dad's blood, my friends' blood, everyone's blood drove me mad. I couldn't take it. I was just staring blankly at the ground, listening. Listening for a voice, a scream, a whisper. Listening for anything at all. But nothing. Just… Emptiness.
I looked up. The sky was filled with smoke. I could now hear the distant growl of the walkers. They were coming my way. I could run. I could. But I didn't want too. I wanted to stay here, and look at everyone I've lost. I glanced down. They were still laying there, covered in blood, walker bites, and bullet wounds. I was pretty sure I saw one of them get up. But I damn well knew that they weren't human. They were all dead. All fucking dead.
They weren't here anymore. They all left me to go on the other side. They all gave up on me, and now was the time for me to give up on them. I was so mad at them, so angry that they had all decided to leave me alone.
The growls were getting closer. I looked straight ahead at the burning building that used to be Terminus. I started making my way through the corpses, still looking ahead. I saw Sasha getting back up. She was bit. I saw her get bit. I knew she wasn't going to make it. So, before she had the time to make a sound, I shot her and kept going.
I stood in front of the building, staring at it for a little while. I then turned around, and saw the herd. There they were. They had probably heard the gunshots, heard the crazy massacre that happened here. I smiled. They were coming for me. And I was waiting for them with opened arms.
The funny thing about death is that you're never ready for it. Well, you think you're not ready for it. But you know you are. In a moment, your whole life came crashing down. Losing everyone you love is never an easy thing. But I've become so numb to the feeling of seeing dead bodies that I don't even care anymore. They're dead, but they're here. What is there to lose anymore? Nothing. There's nothing left to lose. And when there's nothing left to lose, that's how you know you're ready.
I was ready.
I was more than ready.
I couldn't take this shit anymore.
I couldn't do this anymore.
And as the walker herd kept on closing in, I checked the number of bullets I had left.
It's funny how for once, everything worked out the way it was supposed to.
So I did what I had to do.
I put the gun to my temple.
And I shot.