Is It Getting Better or Worse?
Once Rick left with Shane Jake came in. "Hi." I said to my brother. "Hey." He told me. "That Shane guy is really starting to freak me out. I don't think he is safe." I confessed. "What's so wrong with him?" Asked Jake. "He killed someone." I said in a low tone. "We've all killed someone before." He said. "No you don't understand." I told him. "What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?" Jake asked concerned. "No he didn't, he just-" I took a deep breath, "He just said how he killed one of his best friends that was bitten on the neck. His friend was still alive, the thing is that if you get bit on your neck you'll die right away. So I think Shane lost it." I said, I didn't know Shane all that well, but I know when you are forced to kill you'll go insane. I only know that because I went insane once. "Listen, I won't let anything happen to you." Jake told me. "I'm scared though. I'm scared that I am going to lose you." I cried. "Why do you think you are going to lose me?" He questioned me. "Because I lose everyone." I responded. "You won't ever. I'll always be there, always protecting you." Jake said me as he leaned in and he kissed my head. I smiled.
(2 weeks later)~ Shane was still acting really weird, I really liked Carl, he was cute and tough for a little boy. Sopfia, was shy, but I was working on getting her to talk more. Carol was so nice, Andrea taught me more about guns and so did Rick. Lori was a nice person to talk too, and Daryl made me feel good about myself. My ankle got better and Glenn and I always raced outside to see who was faster. Maggie and Glenn started to date...kinda awkward sometimes, Beth I loved. T-dog showed me some good hunting skills you need to know, Hershel was awesome. I heard someone knock on my door, "Come in." I yelled. And no surprise it was Shane, Wonderful more time with some freak. "Hey." He said, but this time his tone was...different. I backed up when he came towards me. "Why so scared?" He asked me. "I-I-I, just I-" I started but got all tounge twisted on my words. "Don't be like that." He said, he was really starting to freak me out. I kept backing up until I hit the wall. He come towards me. "I really like you." He said, ok he is a creep, I was 17 he was like 30. "Well, you can't." I told him. "Sure I can." I said to me. I tried to push him off of me, but it was no use. He ran his fingers up and down my back. "STOP IT." I shouted. "Why?" He questioned me. "Stop!" I shirked as he leaned in and he attempted to kiss me. I slapped him across his face. He looked mad, he looked as if all this hatred had filled his eyes. He looked like he was going to kill me. "Don't you EVER do that again." He warned me. Then he slapped me. I screamed and the door busted open.
