Day 5:
Dear you:
Sorry for not writing these couple of days; something 'colorful' happened.
Two days ago, I woke up and did the exact same old stuff: took a bath at the river, ate some squirrel, took my bow and my quiver and entered the woods; I shot some birds and fluffy animals , filled my canteen and headed the way back home; When suddenly, I heard a scream and the distinct sound of someone running and being beaten by a tree.
'Okay…' I whispered.
'Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!' The boy sounded really desperate.
'He'll manage to get up on his own' I thought, as getting back to the path.
But then, I heard another noise: the noise of someone else walking, someone slower and grumpier than a normal person.
'Well, fuck' I took my bow and an arrow, and tried to reach the boy.
After a couple of seconds of running despite I felt like I was going to throw my heart up, I saw a brainless, a girl, tumbling to achieve a blond teenager with a broken leg and a really bad looking gash on his neck.
'Hey!' I whistled, trying to get the zombie's attention 'you, dumbass! Here! Fresh meat!'
The girl turned around and looked me with those hungry red dead eyes. A growl came up from her throat, filling the air with the smell of blood and rotten flesh.
'That's right, come here!' I reached my knife and cut myself on the palm of my hand. The smell of living blood made her faster 'do you like it?'
I won't lie; I enjoy killing creatures who probably took a dozen of lives. I try to picture it this way: she could have killed dad or uncle Merle. So I calm down, and remember dad's hugs and Merle's comments about the black people around. Time slows down, and I can picture where the arrow must be embedded.
The moment her disgusting hand was going to touch me, she already had the arrow inserted in her useless brain.
I screamed 'Booyah!' and started to dance round the corpse like a 5 year old psycho.
After stepping the woman's head and pulling the arrow to get it out of her skull, I realized the boy was still on the floor, weeping like a child.
'Sorry… how are you?' he was curled, with his head between his knees, in fetal position 'Hey… she's already dead… nothing will happen to you, I promise…'
He sat, and when I got to see his face, I felt stupid.
'Oh, man…' I whispered 'I'm an idiot…'
I started to clean the blood from my arrow with my shirt, when he finally talked: 'sorry? I don't know you ma'am'
I started to walk; I wanted to leave that place so much.
'But, wait! We don't know each other!'
'You don't remember, don't you?' I said without stopping walking.
'Uh… would it be too bad if I said no?' I turned around and got close to him.
'Shut up, Noah'
He seemed confused.
'How do you know my name?'
'I'm Susan… Susan Dixon… from high school?'
His expression of genuine stupidity almost made me laugh.
'Flat as an arrow? Legolas?'
'Oh…' he nodded.
'I'm glad we met… bye' I went back to the path, almost running.
'Susan! Come back! Help me!'
'Why would I help you?' I came back to his side 'High school was dreamy for you, but for me it was a nightmare. You were the baseball team captain; you always had a girlfriend, or a bunch of friends who would laugh of your jokes about me or any other different child; you were the prom king, you were stupid, but always managed to have an A- in every subject. Meanwhile, I was hiding from everybody, you scared me, you made me want to kill myself a lot of times, nobody invited me to the prom, and books were my only friends. If you didn't help me before, why should I help you now? You know what?' I took my arrow and I pointed it to his head 'I should make you feel like you made me feel: dead'
My eyes were full of tears: rage tears; I cried all the time, especially when I was angry or upset. He started to weep again.
'I am Sorry, okay?' His nose started to bleed and he was really pale 'I was stupid, I just wanted to be accepted and cool, and the only way was bullying people like you' he sighed 'Sometimes, when I was trying to sleep I thought of you… I wondered if you were okay, if you were a bad person, If you even had friends… I'm very sorry for what I did, I was such an asshole…' He got up and raised his hands as a gesture of surrender 'Do it… I deserve it' he closed his eyes very strongly and I heard him praying.
I put my bow down and threw him my shoulder bag.
'Follow me, and carry that, my neck hurts' I heard him celebrating 'Calm down… I can still kill you'
When we got home I made him lay down on the drugstore floor that was the only building with two exits and a balcony, perfect for escaping.
He slept for hours and I started taking care of him, he is better now, his gash is already a scar, but I have no idea of what I'm going to do with his leg.
I have to go diary, he is having nightmares again.
Sue.
Carl closed the book, feeling sad. He started looking for his dad.
'Rick! Dad!' he screamed, and in a few seconds, half of the people surrounded him, asking if he was hurt or bitten.
'No… no… Carol, I'm okay'
When he finally saw his dad, talking to Shane, he ran to reach him.
'Carl? Buddy, what's wrong?' Shane asked.
'Son, what happened?' Rick put a hand on Carl's shoulder.
'Are you going to look for Susan?' the kid asked.
Rick nodded, seeming really confused.
'I want to find her too'