Beginning(End Pt 3)

by trufflesun

This is the third and final installment of my mini-trilogy. Confused? You should be. Most of humanity was wiped out during the zombie virus. With the help of the surviving crew, they must spread word of a possible cure, while dealing with thieir own personal issues.

3. Chapter 3

"What did you do?" Joven asked.

"There was this house," I started, "More like a shack, really. I was hiding out there. Anyways, the place started being filled with zombies. I…I lit it on fire. It burned down, and so did the zombies, luckily. But then, I looked through the ashes. There…was a charred body…not a zombie. It was…a human…a child….I couldn't tell how old. I…murdered…a kid…"

I buried my head in my hands and sobbed. I fully expected Joven to storm out, or maybe leave me outside as zombie food. Instead, he held me tightly as I continued to sob.

"You didn't know," Joven assured me, "Maybe…maybe he was already dead."

"I hope so," I said, "I really fucking hope he didn't burn alive."

He rubbed my back.

"I don't deserve you, Joshua," I said.

"Are you kidding me," He said, "I don't deserve YOU."

Third Person POV

A few miles from Smosh HQ…

"Are you sure it's him?" Tiffany asked.

"Yes," Max said.

"Think he'll help us?"

"Let's hope so," Max answered.

Laser's POV

"Let me come with you," Sabrina, my wife, said.

"You can't," I said.

"Please David," She said, "I don't want to be away from you again."

"Niether do I," I said, "But the baby…"

"Do you think there are others?"

"Huh?"

"Survivors," She said, "Other humans left in the world."

"I think there are," I said, "At least, I hope."

"Maybe if they knew about the cure…"

"It's not a cure," I said, "It only worked on me."

"When are you leaving, David?" She asked.

"Maybe tommarrow," I said, "I'm going with Ian and Mari."

"I'm going to miss you," She said.

Wes's POV

I was patrolling the front door, holding my sword, when a two kids, a boy and a girl, maybe 10 came up to the door. The boy knocked. They looked terrified, and I let them in without hesitation. They both had bookbags, which looked very heavy.

"Are you Wesely?" The girl asked.

I nodded.

"I'm Tiffany," The girl spoke, "This is Max, my twin brother."

"Why are you here?" I asked calmly.

"We saw you burn down the house," Max said, "We were trying to bury Anthony…"

"Anthony?" I asked.

"Our brother," Tiffany said, "He was 14."

"So I…didn't kill him?"

"The zombies killed him," Max said.

"How old are you two?"

"Eleven," She said, "And a half."

"You were all by yourselves?"

"No," She said, "We…followed you, Wesley."