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Chapter 10: Zombie Tales
Daryl ended their kiss suddenly when he heard a sound of something behind him and pushed her out of the way. It was just a squirrel and he raised his crossbow up and pulled the trigger.
He turned around to look at her wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and stop to say, "That reminds me, you never gave me a squirrel, yesterday." She really enjoyed that kiss, she was not going to deny that.
"Is that right." He said taking out his knife and going over to get a squirrel that was pinned to a tree. "Do you have a lighter or matches in your bag?"
"Yes,"
"Get some dry wood and I'll make you an early dinner."
In an hour they had a small fire and a roasting squirrel skinned and gutted by Daryl roasting over it.
"You never asked me your questions," he said watching her sit down.
"What was your first walker kill like?"
He looked at her, then back at the fire and anger burst through his eyes as he began.
Daryl got out of his truck and grabbed a beer out of a six pack he always kept in his truck. He took a swig and noticed the unease silence around his house. Usually there were birds and crickets chirping but there was nothing right now. He looked around the trees to see if there was a hawk stalking some bird nearby-that would explain the silence and saw nothing.
He had heard of what was happening on the radio and saw what was on the old tvs. The dead were walking and killing the living. He thought the first time he saw something on the news that it was just some advertising for some new horror flick but now it was just getting worse. Merle had earlier ordered his brother to go to the store and get some can goods for they were going to get out of here for there have already been some walkers in town and it was just going to get worse.
He had his crossbow over his shoulder scanning the yard for anything but nothing until he heard a dogs barking, growling, and whimpering.
It was Zoey and he ran pulling his crossbow over his shoulder looking for his old beagle. He ran as fast as he could trying to save his dog but could not push his legs to go faster. He could hear something else growing and then his dog.
When he finally got around the corner he saw his dog on the ground still kicking with a woman covered it blood ripping flesh out of Zoey. "Get off of her you dead whore," he screamed angrily recognizing who it was by the dress. She was a whore and he was right she was a prostitute who hung around the local bars and rest stops. She had blood shot eyes and a big piece of flesh ripped out of her arm and his dog's blood was smeared all over her face.
The zombie looked up from her meal and noticed an even bigger one.
Daryl lined the zombie's right eye up in his crossbow hair as it advanced and pulled the trigger.
The zombie fell backwards on the ground-dead for real this time.
He rushed over to his dog on the ground. Zoey tried to pick her head up and lick his hand but had losses to much blood already to do much Daryl was amazed she was still alive but she knew she would not be in a matter of minutes. She was the only thing he actually cared anything for other than Merle. He picked his dog up in his arms and she this time succeeded to licked his face.
"What are you going to do abot that mut?" Merle said coming out of the house with his gun drawn to see a walker on the ground with an arrow coming out of its head and his brother with a dying dog in his arms.
"Give me your gun," he said for he could not let her bleed to death and suffer anymore.
Merle walked down the steps of the porch and said, "I'm sorry she must of gotten out when I wasn't looking," handing him his pistol.
Daryl had never heard his brother apologize before-ever and he took the gun from his brother.
"Do you want me to do it?" Merle asked wondering if his brother could take the life of this animal. He had seen him take the lives of countless numbers of deer, birds, squirrels, and even a few bears but never a dog. His dog.
"No, she is my responsibility," he said while snatching the gun out of his brothers hands.
He picked up the pistol and with the dog in his lap trying to lick his face he said, "Zoe I will always love you. I'm sorry this happened to you. You were an amazing dog and an amazing friend," He buried his face into his dogs coat as he pulled the trigger not wanting her to suffer anymore.
Bang
Zoey stopped breathing and he knew she was dead. He got up and whipped the tears from his eyes and ran into the house to grab some cloths, tent, extra crossbow, sleeping bag, and cot. He passed his mother's room and went in for a minute to grab two more things. He found the old photo of his brother, him, and their mother smiling and took the small gold heart shape necklace out of her jewelry box. He slammed them into them into his pocket and ran outside.
Merle had already gotten his motorcycle in the back and Daryl tossed his bag in beside Merles. He climbed into the truck next to his brother who had his hands on the wheel.
"I buried your dog," Merle said and Daryl looked out the window at the front yard with a small mound of dirt in the middle of it.
"Thanks,"
"You would do same for me. Now, shut up we need to get out of here," turning the key and the truck roared to life.
"I'm sorry about your dog," she said looking at him taking his hand and squeezed it with hers.
"So am I," he looked down at his hand and hers and pulled it away from her slowly. "Squirrel's ready,"
They ate in silence and Jessi passed him her water bottle which he drank from. Once they were done he put out the fire and began to walk back to camp.
"How about you?" he asked. "What was it like to kill your first geek?"
"Daryl working in a hospital I saw and did a lot of things that I'm not proud of and after we realized that we could do nothing for them. We started doing are own experiments on them and many weren't even dead the first time around."
"Just tell me everything,"
"You sure? These are the reasons I have nightmares every night."
"Yes, my mom always said that talking about them always helps."
"Fine," she said starting to tell her story of the undead and dying the first time around.
Jessi spent the day running around the hospital. The first five minutes she got of rest she ran to her brother's room. She past a soldier armed with an M-4. He checked her ID then allowed her to past. 'Has the world gone to shit' she asked herself and 'yes it has' there is an army ranger stationed at every entrance, stairwell, and wing plus all the hospital security. For her own protect, she had even started to carry her fiancé's glock 17 and the extra clip hidden underneath her scrubs.
When she got to his room and opened the door, she was surprised to see that no one other than her brother was there. Shane had barely come lately and he had the hardest time getting in Lori or Carl so Jessi was basically forced to stay at the hospital all the time. She had barely any time for herself anymore because so many of the other nurses had quiet.
She heard that a refugee center was going to be set up in Atlanta and there had been talk out life flight the other patients there. She went over to her brother's bedside and began checking his vitals. They were all good and when she was done she collapsed onto the bed and started to cry. She was tired and just wanted to take a rest. "Please Rick wake up" she said between her sobs.
After she was done crying she felt better. It was the best she felt in a long while. She knew she had to leave when she heard her name being paged over the loud speaker.
She heard screams coming down the hall and began to run. She ran into the room and saw a patient eating Nurse Jannie while she was still alive and a dead soldier on the ground with his throat ripped out and blood gushing all over the floor.
Jessi took out her gun and took the safety off. The patient had not looked up from her meal and Jessi fired her gun.
Bang
Jessi rushed to Jannie and put her hands over the bleeder to apply pressure. "Keep breathing Jannie. Think of your kids,"
Jessi saw her eyes roll back in her head and knew she was dead.
A soldier had come in now and with his gun raised said, "We are going to have to make sure they are both dead,"
She grabbed her gun and put it behind Jannie's ear and pulled the trigger. While the other soldier did the same with his dead comrade taking out his pistol getting ready to fire.
Bang Bang
Jessi watched carefully as many people women, men, children were being brought in for bites and scratches from the dead. When the fever hit and the doctors and other nurses realized that morphine, oxycodone, or Dilaudid did nothing and they could not save them Jessi and a few other soldiers went around and started massacring the infected. None of the other doctors or nurses could do it because they had known the infected most of their lives. They were their neighbors, friends, their children's friends, even some of their own children. Since Jessi had not been back for very long she could easily separate herself from these people and did what she had to do to survive. She convinced herself that she sort of an Angel of Mercy and that allowed her to do what she was doing.
Her, a few doctors, and military officers worked on experiments of their own trying to figure out a cure and when they heard of a new case. A child had been brought in from being bite by a walker.
A big chuck of her leg was missing and you could even see the bone. She was screaming and her mother was standing there with her daughter in her arms. "Please somebody help me!" she screamed.
Jessi noticed her and the child. She walked over to her and realized that she was one of Carl's friends. She went over to her and had a soldier take the child from her arms.
"No! NO! No!," her mother said not letting her go.
"Let her go," he soldier said taking the child in his arms feeling the heat radiating from her small little body "Nurse, she has already got a fever".
"Ma'am we will do whatever we can to save your daughter," and she nodded to the soldier saying to do it but not here but not in front of her mother.
She held her mother as the child was carried away to die. She caught a glimpse of that child's face; she was terrified and screaming for her mother. It took all of Jessi's strength to hold her back.
Bang
They both heard that, "What happened?" the mother asked her.
Jessi could not answer.
"He shot her didn't he?"
Jessi could not answer her.
The woman slapped Jessi across the face and said, "You are the monster not my daughter," and ran to find her daughter's corpse.
Those words had hurt Jessi far more than the slap. Jessi was only doing what she had to do to survive and if that meant killing somebody who was infected then she would have to.
"Wow," he said at the end of the story looking her over. He never would of guess that she could do something like that.
"You still want to be with me after you know what I have done?"
"Yes, I agree with you there has to be a zero tolerance for walkers including the infected."