Hey guys! I'm really sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER, but I've started updating on my fan page again so I'm going start updating here again too! I broke my wrist – so it might take a little longer to type these out. But I hope some of you guys are still interested in reading! Once again I'm sorry I haven't updated in the longest time!
Lewis' POV:
I stumbled out of the building, walker blood and guts smeared all over me. I leaned against the wall trying to catch my breath, dropping the axe I'd been holding. I heard a growling noise from around the corner. I jumped away from the wall and picked up my axe, checking carefully for the nearby walker. I was so worn out from fighting the heard of walkers inside, I didn't know if I could take another swing. I fled from the area and looked for somewhere to hide. I found a mound of dirt and rocks by the road and hid behind it, still trying to catch my breath. I replayed the events of the last 20 minutes in my head.
20 MINUTES EARLIER:
"Hey – I think I see some water bottles over there," I told Zane, as we searched up up and down the aisles for water – or anything else that could come in handy really. Zane seemed to be absorbed in his own thoughts ("Like usual," I silently thought to myself.) so I waved in front of his face.
"Hellooo? Anyone home?" I asked in an annoyed tone, rolling my eyes at him.
"Yeah, yeah I'm here," He replied "Don't put your hands in my face!"
"I'll do whatever I want when you're putting us in danger," I challenged.
"I'm not putting us in danger." He contradicted. "I'm being more useful than you on your best day!"
"Zane, all you ever do is sit around here and -" I was cut off by the sound of approaching walkers. We stopped arguing and hid behind a shelf. Staying low, we made our way to the next isle, which was covered in walkers. They reached out their rotting arms and long, dirty nails trying to grab us. We tried to run, but the paths were blocked. Zane looked at me as if a light bulb in his head suddenly lit up.
"What!?" I franticly yelled over the noise, trying to get an explanation.
"Sorry, but this is just how it's gotta be," He remarked, and left me feeling completely confused.
Zane shoved me backwards towards the crowd of walkers and made a run for, flinging open the door and rushing out. He left me completely surrounded and helpless.
"ZANE!" I tried to yell after him. "COME BACK! IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS. DON'T LEAVE ME HERE."
The walkers inched closer and closer, grabbing at me. I ducked beneath their hands and avoided getting scratched somehow. I flopped to the floor, crawling along to find anything sharp I could use. As their feet shuffled closer and closer I got more desperate. Beads of sweat started to form on my face as I realized I couldn't find anything. A walker got close enough to grab for my leg, and hold onto it. Violently shaking my leg, I tried to wriggle free from the walkers tight hold. It was use, the walkers grip was too strong. I spotted an axe just out of my reach laying on the tile, I reached as far as I could. I stretched out my arm until my muscles burned, but I just couldn't get to it. Turning back around I stomped on the creature's outstretched arm, causing it to come off. I hoped that since the walkers were rotting they'd come apart easier than a human. I raced away from the crowd, stumbling over to just barley grab the axe before the walkers caught up to me. After killing few walkers, I made my way to the door. I stumbled out light-headed and covered in walker blood.
PRESENT TIME:
I knew Zane was a complete jerk, but I didn't think he'd try to sacrifice me to save himself! That's not who he is. He comes off rude,(and acts that way about 50% of the time) but I always knew that deep down (very deep) he was a good guy, with good intentions. Or at last he was. I guess this world changed some people. I guess this world changed me too.
I already hadn't slept in days, and killing the walkers had finished me off. I slowly slipped out of consciousness, whether I liked it or not.
I woke about about 3 hours later and shot up to my feet. There was no way I could catch up to my friends. (who most likely thought I was dead.) I decided to start walking in the direction we planned, deciding that they had to stop to sleep one day, and that I'd catch up with them eventually. The problem was staying alive by myself until then.
ZANE'S POV:
The guilt ate away at me. Had I really done it? Did I actually leave Lewis as bait so I could get out? So many thoughts were racing through me, I couldn't contain it. Why'd I have to leave him there? I looked at Cleo. Her eyes were puffy, and she had a faraway stare. I knew it was all my fault. I just couldn't get his voice out of my head. 'don't leave me here!' It just kept shouting at me over and over again.
"Should I tell Rikki?" I wondered to myself. I decided against it. I could hardly believe I'd done it – so how would she take it? Lewis was gone, he was dead. It was all my fault, and I'd never forgive myself. For what I did to him, Cleo, Rikki, and how selfish I'd been. I wished I could take it back more than anything, but I couldn't, and I'd just have to live with it.
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