35: Logan?
The darkness was surrounding me. The bites covering my arms stung, and I could feel the venom pouring through them. If I didn't take my arm off now, the virus would take over me completely. I raised Jarrett's bloody sword, but a dark feeling overpowered me. I suddenly felt the need to eat. I pulled out a can of cold soup, but my arm instinctively threw it away. I needed… flesh. I nearly bit my own arm, but then I fell, as a gun fired in the distance. I couldn't get up, and I could feel something running down my head. I had been grazed by a bullet. Is this how it feels to die? Never seeing my true love again, never seeing my friends.
This all went through my head as the walkers surrounded me. Thank god it was just a vision, but would this be my future if I gave up? "NO!" I screamed. I heard footsteps running away. Megan? I wondered. I quickly stood up, and pulled out my sword. Walker after walker fell before me, and my heart was pounding in my ears. When the last walker was dead, I fell to my hands and knees. I vomited, which released the lump that had been in my throat since my fight with Kate.
I stood back up, and wiped the vomit from my chin. I picked up Jarrett's bloodstained sword, and stumbled in the direction that I assumed Megan had gone. Straggling walkers limped after me. I ran, and a few times I could have sworn that I saw Megan, but then she would disappear and I couldn't find her again. I wished that I still had the map.
The map! I did have it! I rummaged through my pockets, and pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper. I was so excited that I kissed it. I looked, and I was so close to the store. I could camp there for the night. Just as I thought it, the sky blazed hues of red and orange, as the sun streaked downward. I only had about an hour until I would be plunged into total darkness.
Something caught my eye. I turned to the right, just to see a little kid. She was next to a tent, and she was holding a gun. She looked about Carl's age. "Hey! You okay!" I called. She spun around, looked at me, and fired. The bullet missed me by a mile. She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing.
"You alright? You don't have to be afraid." She looked up at me. "Can't you talk?" I asked. She shook her head, and continued silently crying. I sighed. "Kid, your parents have to be here somewhere, you can't have been out here alone. Where are they?" her shaking finger pointed into the tent. I opened the zipper, just to see that both had a bullet hole in their head. There was a piece of paper on the ground next to them. I picked it up. It read: "Got bit. We couldn't risk turning and hurting our little girl. Stranger, if you're reading this, take care of our little girl."
I walked back outside, and grabbed the girl's hand. I pulled away her gun, and then lifted her on top of my shoulders. She gripped my hair as if her life depended on it. She shook her head, and pointed at the tent. She wants to stay. "We have to get you safe. We'll be in a safe spot soon. The girl's blonde hair bobbed in the wind, and white dots appeared as it started snowing. She clung to my head, trying to warm herself by rubbing her face against my hair.
The sun started setting faster, but a building appeared on the horizon. I let out a cry of delight, but then quieted down when I realized the girl was asleep. I neared the building, just to see that the doors were blocked by many walkers.