A/N: Updated 04/22/2017 Grammar and punctuation errors fixed


I heard my mom die. I will never forget it. She said she was going upstairs to secure everything, but she didn't make it. She collapsed on the stairs above me. I could hear her moans of pain. I placed my hands over my ears to try and block out the sound. I couldn't listen to my mom being in pain each moan of pain ripped away a piece of me.

" I am so sorry Carl."

Those were the last words I heard my mom speak. Then there was nothing but silence, mind-numbing ear-ringing silence. I quietly cried again. I cried for my mother. I cried because I was too weak to protect her. If I wasn't so scared, I could have helped her, but no I am locked in a crawl space crying.

*Bump*

(low moan)

She was moving again, but I knew that she was no longer my mother she was something else now. She was walking as if she was dragging her feet. I heard her come back down the stairs. She walked toward the crawl space and stood in front of the door. She slammed her hand against the door. I jumped and covered my mouth to keep my sobs quiet. She scratched at the door trying to get in. At that very moment, I was so thankful to be locked in the crawl space.

I don't know how long I was locked in that crawl space, but it seemed like months. I couldn't see the sunlight, so the days just ran together and got all jumbled. Being locked in that space did give me plenty of time to think, and I don't mean about comic books or video games. I mean really think. I was so scared when my mom left me there, but I understood why. I wanted to help her. I wanted to do my part, but she wouldn't let me. My mom has always tried to keep things from me that she thought I wouldn't understand. I am not a baby, but there are still things that frighten me.

I heard the front door open, but I didn't hear anyone walk in. I waited, and I listen to see if I would hear the sound of footsteps. The front door closed and I could faintly hear someone walking. From somewhere near the front door I begin to hear someone whistling. I couldn't understand why someone would be whistling at this time, but soon I figured out why they were whistling. I guess my mom was somewhere in the back of the house and when she heard the whistling she came charging to the front ready to attack whoever was at the door. I heard a low growl come from my mother and then I heard a slice through the air and the crash of her body hitting the ground.

I soon began to hear voices talking very softly.

"why in the hell are we even in here? "

"Don't pretend you didn't see that note on the door. It said a kid was in here and he needed help. I think that walker was the mom."

" I know what the note said but damn do we even know how long ago she wrote that note. The kid could be dead by now. So we could just be wasting our time coming in here."

"Ila shut the hell up. We will leave after we look around. There may be some things in here we can use. We definitely need to find a car because I know I'm not walking the entire way to Atlanta from here. Now you and Luna go upstairs and see if you see the kid up there. I will check down here."

They were standing by the crawl space door. I had to let them know I was in here. I tried to speak, but my mouth was so dry. I stuck my fingers under the door hoping that they would see them I tried to move them as much a could.

"Holy crap look!"

"What is it?... Oh god!...Open it!

I heard the latch unlock and the door swung open. I cringed back from the sudden burst of light it was blinding at first but my eyes adjusted, and then I was able to focus on the three faces that were staring at me. Each wore a different expression from the next.

"Looks like it's your lucky day kid."