"No! Dad, come on! Dad!" I remember the very words I said when he had his heart attack. It all happened so quickly, it took me a few seconds to comprehend what had just taken place. "He's not dead! Somebody help me!" I could see that Kenny had that look in his eye; the look he gets when he has to perform an action so horrifying, that even him will terribly regret it in the future. Which is saying a lot. Kenny never regrets what he does. He does the deed, then moves on. But that look in his eye told me different. That look held despair. Which was confusing, because Kenny despised Larry. "You know what has to happen Lee. Thing about it. You saw that poor bastard at the motel, how fast he turned. Lily I'm sorry. I truly, truly am. But in a few minutes, we're gonna be stuck in a locked room with a six foot four, three hundred pound, SERIOUSLY pissed off dead guy!" I looked at Kenny with disgust. He is not taking my father from me! "We can bring him back! Lee!" "We'll mourn him later, but right now, we have to keep him from coming back!" "Kenny! He's not dead!" "Lilly can still save him!" "I wish she could, believe me, I do. But that man is dead! We both know what happens next! Remember what ben said, you've gotta destroy the brain." "Lee, I need you! Please help me!" To my surprise, Lee came to my aid. Lee disliked me, but he still came to help me. Maybe he isn't so bad after all. He started giving my father C.P.R. "Are you stupid? He's going to turn!" I ignored Kenny's statement, and continued to revive my dad. Then, in a split second, I watched in sadness as a salt lick landed on my father's head, killing him instantly. I turned to see that Kenny was to blame for my father's death. I sat there, shocked for a few seconds. I didn't know what to do! After the shock went away, sadness and depression, along with hate for Kenny, started to settle in. "Nooo!" "I'm sorry- I'm so, so sorry! But it… it had to be done!"
I remember when I killed Carly. Someone was stealing from the group, and I knew that she was the one! All this hunger, sadness, and suffering had been because of her! I lost my mind. For a few seconds, I descended into madness. I had no control over my body, or my mind. My anger controlled me. I reached in my back pocket, pulled out my gun, and fired. After Carly lay dead, it took me a second to process what I had just done. After I recovered, I looked around, and found that everyone was shocked by my action. I thought that they would think of me as a hero! I killed the person who stole our food! Why are they horrified? Lee pushed me up against the rv, and disarmed me.
They tied me up in the rv, and made me their prisoner. I don't deserve this. I'm not a maniac. I am not crazy. I saved this group, and they repay me by treating me like their enemy. I've done nothing but protect this group, and they've been nothing but ungrateful. I eventually decided that I would escape. I asked Lee i he wanted to steal the rv with me. He looked at me like I was crazy, like everyone does now. He got off the rv to tell Kenny and the others what my plan was, but it was too late. I turned on the rv, grabbed the steering wheel, floored the gas petal, and took off, while the others stood in disbelief.
There was no one who loved me, and there was no one to protect me. I have lost my dad, the only family I've ever had, and all of my friends. I was now truly alone. I am Lily, and this is my story.
Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long guys. I know I promised you weeks ago that I would write this, and I apologize for that. I've been gone for most of the past month on vacation, and I just got back two days ago. I was going to write it yesterday, but I forgot. So again I apologize, and I hope you enjoy this new story! if you haven't played The Walking Dead, and you don't know what I'm talking about at all, please go play it. It is an awesome game, and it doesn't cost that much money. It is one of my all time favorites. Thank you guys for your patience, and wish me good luck on this story!