I hear my heart beat through my ears. Everyone is running, running from something. I hear explosions in the distance and fire lights up the night around me. Crying mothers call for their husbands and children, children are screaming and crying. I look around as my ears buzz. Everything gets a little more quiet around me. All I can hear is my own heavy breathing. A women is running directly towards me. I brace myself for her to hit me. I feel a light whoosh of air as she runs through me and away from the smoke that I was walking towards. I look at the ash covered faces and I recognized two.
"We need to get away from her" a women says holding a child close to her. It's when I realize, this isn't a nightmare, it's a memory.
The child nodded. I look at her face. It was me. My blonde hair was in a loose bun and my face covered in dirt and ash. My blues eyes were watering leaving big tears that ran down my red cheeks. I look up to the women I'm with. Aunt Jane. Her hair was in a messy ponytail and she was wearing dirty jeans and her favorite painting boots. I looked back at me, I looked defenseless and so young. Do I still look like that now? I turned around and heard a light beep. My ears were ring and I was knocked into the ground landing a couple feet away from my old self. I lifted up struggling for air. I must have went 20 feet. I look were the small explosion happened. A thick cloud of smoke covered it. I whipped my head back to my old self and she was already taking off with my aunt, away from me.
I know the blow wasn't real but the pain was. My ears stung and I lifted my hand to feel them, when I took my finger away and looked at it. It was coated with blood from my ear. I stood up, wincing in pain I slowly limped forward crossing my arms. This was real once, and I made it out then. I don't ever remember that bomb going off so close to us. I walked towards the fire alone, everyone was either dead or ran away, but I couldn't help but wobble towards the chaos everyone ran from. I reached to a top of a hill where I could see what everyone was running from. Walkers, thousands stumbled all towards me. I turned around, going as fast as I can away but my back pain forced me to stop and fall in their path. I huddled myself in a ball knowing I was a goner. They all scrambled towards me, each one wanting a piece of me. My ghostly self that wasn't there to the living was there for the dead. One bit into my neck, others knocked me down and ripped my stomach open and feasted from there. I cried on last cry, but the pain didn't stop. I was long gone but they didn't stop. Never will the dead stop. They kept tearing me up into pieces.
It made sense. The living wanted nothing to do with me, they actually didn't even see me but to the dead, they saw me as a meal.
"Oh great you're up finally." Oh no. Not again I looked into hopeless eyes, drained of all humanity left.
"Ga...Gareth?" I try to speak but I too afraid to speak. I look over to my right. Bob was tied up to a post and so was I.
"Save it, I was waiting for you to get up," he grabs his hatchet from his boot. I flinch thinking I'm their next meal but then he turns to Bob. Bob shakes his head.
"No please, no I'll do anything" Bob says, as my eyes start stinging with tears.
"I'm sorry man, I'm hungry." He swings his hatchet down on his leg where a burst of blood sprays his face.
"No, stop please, Bob!" I scream in terror. With each swing Gareth brings down on Bob's leg I scream. Bob passes out after the 3rd hit. "Why are you doing this, why do I have to watch this?"
Gareth stares at me and gets up into my face, " You're to boney to eat, but your group ain't. So when you come back to them with him, you tell them that we won't hesitate."
I sat there shocked for a long time. I watch them cook and eat Bob's leg right in front of him and I. Bob begins to laugh. I look over to him. He looks at Garthe and pulls down the collar of his shirt.
"I'm bit," he brags to Garthe, the group of cannibals began to freak out. I gasp in shock. What will happen to them? They start to yell at one another. Walkers scratch at the doors for a while and after along time, they stop and move on.
Later, they put the bags back on our heads and bring us back to the church. They throw us on the ground and run. I look down to comfort Bob.
"Bob?"
"You need to get the group."
"I'm not leaving you here, not like this." I support Bob up on my shoulder, he walks on his remaining leg. We slowly get across the yard to the church.
I swing open the doors, "Help!"
The group surrounds me and Bob.
"Get him medicine, he's in pain!" Sasha requested.
"Save it." I hear Bob peep. He pulls down his collar again reveling the bite. I swallow hard and look away.
Sasha looked at me, she marched over and pushed me into the church wall. "Who did this?" She puts a knife against my neck.
"Sasha!" A man named Tyreese, her brother tried to reason.
"Terminus" I squeak out the words and she drops me.
"You were there, you could have helped him!"
"I was tied up too! They were threatening me and the group!"
Sasha turned her back and ran to Bob. She looked up with desperate eyes.
"I have a couch, in my office" Gabriel offers, "It's not much but It's something."
I look at the ground. I should of just died out there, alone with no guilt or feelings about someone. I sigh. Now I'm stuck in this mess.