I had pondered about it all day and my thoughts never were able to come to a conclusion. What was there to do? Something was up here. My suspicions were right. The only thing was, I wasn't sure what was as going on. I didn't like confusion. It made me feel lost and lonely in the world. Like nothing was going the way I imagined it. This kind of confusion made me feel differently. I was not lost or lonely as much as I had already felt.
Instead my feelings were mixed. I was determined to learn more, but I was also scared that what I'd find I wouldn't be fond of. I hoped some part of me would understand. It just didn't. I stormed into my cell and fell onto the wall. I was stressed. That was it! Just stress.
I needed a shower, anything that could calm me down. My arms reached out to my backpack and grabbed a light blue button up shirt and jeans. I huddled up undergarments, shampoo, and deodorant. Then I made my way to the showers, down the soulless hallway.
The only sound was of a small dripping patter on the tile floor. It rose a fearful sense in me. I slowly crossed into the shower section and laid my clothes on the counter. The air felt like it was caving in around my body, even though the room was fairly large. I took a deep and pushed the worn curtain of one of the stalls away.
There stood Patrick, but not Patrick.
It shattered my heart and wrung me. Words were out of the situation.
I couldn't even breathe without coughing up blood. No, No, NO! Patrick was dead. A walker. Just like Tally. Tears flooded my eyes and blinded me. He growled and reached out to me. I furiously wiped the tears away and pushed him back. "You nerdy freak! You left me! I hate you!" I screamed, sobbing shoving memories away.
Too many people dying. Too many. He came closer and I dug in my pockets for some knife or anything. But my pockets were unfortunately clean. Crap! My breathing pace picked up speed as and felt Patrick's cold hand around my wrist. No! Please no! His crooked teeth dug into my veins and blood poured.
No! God, no! He pulled me into the stall and I collapsed onto the floor. Suddenly a pain shot up my arm and I arched my back in sheer terror. I had let Tally down once and I was too careless to even know about Patrick. Now everyone would be dead, all because of me. All my fault. My last tears dropped as my head fell to the tiled floor.
Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger, but it's so good! People who saw Season 4 Walking Dead, 30 Days Without an Acident or Infected would get this...Three more reviews and I shall post next chapted early. Or will I?
~M&M Peace Out Girlscouts!
