CHAPTER 2 - "Believer"
Days went by as I kept following the tracks heading east. I didn't know why I kept following the tracks. And why east? Well, why not east! I hoped I'd find a place, maybe the others would be there. If there was a place, was it at least safe? I didn't know and I didn't really care. As long as it wasn't full of fags like Daryl, it was fine by me!
How long since I was walking?
Sweat was covering my face, my curly hair was dirty and gathered heat over my shoulders, the hat on my head was gathering heat as well, the heavy backpack was slowly destroying my back, my feet were burning and hurting, my lips were dry. I needed water, I needed food. I felt like walking in the middle of the desert on mid-afternoon.
I needed to rest but rest somehow leads to death when you're alone. What if you fell deeply asleep just when a herd of walkers cross your path? You'd have fallen asleep but would never have waken up – alive.
All I needed was a friend, someone to tell me that it'd be fine, someone that would back me, help me getting through this. I needed Daryl. The old Daryl. Not the dirty pissed off fag ass fuck-the-population Daryl.
If only I could take a break. Why was I forcing myself to keep going? Because I believed, I believed too hard, in anything, anytime.
I was a true believer.
I believed there was a good side in every bad situation. I believed in dreams, in fairytales. I believed in a happy ending for everyone. I believed in worldwide peace. I believed we'd never need to use weapons anymore.
I believed in unicorns, in pots of gold at the end of the rainbow, in leprechauns. I believed in fairies and magical creatures of that kind.
But all that stopped when I heard that day on the radio about a man attacking people, bitting them, eating them. I stopped believing in good when the bad took over the world. Darkness was slowly taking it's place all over the globe has hell was filling my mind as fast as it was filling the streets. Of course, I was afraid but like every survivor today, I became mad.
Like the Mad Hatter would say, we're all mad here. Yes, now we are.
I mean, look at us. The living kills the dead to survive but if the dead kills the living before the living kills the dead, the living becomes a dead and will kill the living to, eventually, be killed by a living. And the cycle repeats. Craziness!
The world is mad because it left us in a vicious circle. Left us in a dead-ended street with the choice of surviving, of running after every breath of life we can find and the choice of dying and to piss off the ones that decided to survive by eliminating them slowly, one by / And at the end, the dead wins because the dead is pretty much invincible.
If I could just… lay down here for a minute, it would have been what I needed. Just to rest a bit, stomach on the tracks, leaving myself burn under the sun already killing me. Just five minutes.
But those "five minutes" were the five minutes I should never have taken. They placed me on the edge of life and soon, it was too late to come back.