I look over to where I heard her scream and see her being attacked by walkers. A group of them come out from behind trees and into our camp. She tries to kill a few of them but gets bit on her arm in the process. She yells out in pain, and Ron runs over to help her. He grabs the rifle we have by him and begins shooting it at the walkers.

I grab the handgun I was given by Adam the first few days I stayed with the group. I took off the safety and began shooting at the walkers raiding our camp. Adam was near Greg and they both shot walkers. I couldn't see Renee or Lisanna, and I worried for them. A walker was getting too close to Greg without him realizing, so I shot it before it could get its hands on him. Greg looks at me appreciatively and keeps shooting. There must've been at least 30 of them. I turn my back around to see one walker in my face, and its mouth is open as if to bite me. I put my gun up to it and shoot it. The rotten blood splatters my face and onto my tank top. The body flops to the ground like all of the others.

I hear more growls from other walkers from a long distance away, but know they will be here soon and shout, "More are coming! Let's move!"

I almost begin to run but the entire group stays where they are. I look at them curiously. Why aren't they coming with me?

"We can't," Adam says. "We were bit." he looks ashamed and sad, and I didn't want to believe him.

My eyes widen, "All of you?" tears flood from my eyes, washing the walker blood off. Jane is now unconscious and Ron's arm bleeds quickly, soaking his forearm and hand. Greg shudders, and I see the chunk of flesh missing from his shoulder. Adam reveals his leg to me, and I see the blood running down his shoe.

"What about Renee and Lisanna?" I ask. They look solemnly at me. Not good. Not good at all. I wonder what even happened to them. Where were they?

"They were among the biters I killed," Greg said. He was paling quickly and I couldn't look at my fallen group anymore. They used each other for support, but Ron sat next to Jane's dead body in the grass. Everyone was tired, and I could tell they weren't going to make it. I wiped a tear from my eye, refusing to seem weak.

"But you can't leave me! I can't live on my own! I can't keep losing everyone I love!" I yell through tears. Adam limps over to me. He puts his arms out, and hugs me. I can feel his heart beating slower and more erratic, even though he was only bit on his ankle; the Disease spreads fast in his veins. You'd think because he had wolf blood in him he could get over the virus, but if he was bit in his human form, he'll still turn. He backed up to Greg and helped him stand up.

"Take our supplies," Greg says, "you'll need them more than us soon," he manages a smile before falling to the ground. Adam tries to catch him but falls as well with his weak ankle. Adam takes Greg's pulse on the neck part that wasn't bitten. Adam's red hair is matted with blood and sweat. He was beginning to weaken too.

"He's gone," Adam says, he has a coughing fit and speaks when it passes briefly, "and I will be too soon. You have to finish us off, Des. So we don't turn."

"I can't do that," I mumble. I think back to Sophia, how she told me not to kill her. Now my own family was telling me to kill him.

Adam reaches to his side and grabs his own knife, "then I'll do it myself."

He raises the knife and brings it down on Greg's forehead, right between his eyes. Blood soaks his face.

Adam shrugs off Greg and drags himself over to Jane and Ron. He does the same with them.

"You see?" he says, "This is what you need to learn to do. You've always been too soft around your friends. You don't understand that you could lose them at any given moment. Don't become too attached. Even family will die eventually."

He raises his knife one more time, and I launch forward to stop him from doing what I think he was going to do. He plunges the knife into his own head, and he's gone before I can even touch him.

"No!" I scream. I know I've attracted the walkers and could hear them coming from all angles. I couldn't stand to lose my weapon, so I stay in my human form and run. I run past our camp from the walkers. I left behind my last blood related family, and new friends. I missed them already, and it hasn't even been ten minutes. Why must I always lose the people I care about? Why me? I haven't done anything wrong have I? I only try to keep them safe, and then they die anyway.

I should've grabbed at least some food or something but know I don't have enough time to grab anything, for the walkers were gaining closer to might've been useful to have that, because I would have to scrounge for food. That was never fun in the apocalypse. Good edible food was scarce in the world now, unless you were a walker and you would eat any sort of flesh.

I ran in the forest and branches hit my arms accumulating cuts that stung my skin. I ignored the small pain and kept running. My breaths came out short and rapid and I was getting winded. I turned to face the group of walkers head on and brought my gun up to shoot a few of them at least. There are about 15 rotting bodies on my trail. I hear my gun click, and my heart drops. Of all times, not now!

My gun was out of ammo, and I only had a pocket knife to fend for myself. I turn myself back around and begin running towards anything that could help me. A branch to climb, anything. There is the road ahead of me, and I run to it with all I've got. The road is full of walkers as well, and I run into a field on the other side of the road.

In the field I notice something reassuring. Something that could keep me safe. It was surrounded by a fence that didn't allow any walkers to get though. It was designed to keep someone in, and keep enemies out.

A prison.