''Sam? Are you okay?'' I said as I practically ran into her room. ''Vinz! We need to help Greg!'' Oh shit. She was starting to get up so I ran over to her bedside and lightly pushed her down. ''Sam...You're hallucinating...Greg is gone.'' I think she needed to hear that. When I lost my sister, I kept on seeing her. Everywhere. I wanted to commit suicide, but I knew I wouldn't see her again. You have to get up and fight, forever. It stopped when I finally looked into a mirror and said to myself she was dead, and that nothing will bring her back. But that I needed to get up and fight until this thing stops. ''No! *sob*...'' Paige looked on with sympathy. I could tell she wanted to say something but was holding back. ''I'll, um, you got this?'' I nodded. I understand why she didn't want to interfere with Sam, after all she didn't see the things we did.
''Sam, look at me.'' Sam looked up and stared at me directly in the eyes. We must have been there, just looking at each other, for 15 seconds straight until I finally said, ''Greg is gone. You need to understand that. But I know that a brother would want his sister to keep going. Move on, and survive.'' Sam didn't have any demons like mine. She never had to bury her sister or kill a man. She never had to kill both her parents before they killed her. She never had to wipe out entire compounds of looters and gangs to eat. It's ironic really. You need to kill to eat and survive just to keep killing. She didn't have memories like mine, but she had her demons. ''It's hard Vinz...It really is...'' I could tell she was seconds from breaking down, so I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. She melted into my arms started crying on my shoulder. I was reminded of my sister, how she would always look up to me, how I was always there when no one else was.
A knock interrupted us. I looked over and saw her father. ''We need to talk.'' I followed him outside. ''So, Vinz is your name?'' ''It's not my name. Just a pseudonym.'' ''The name is John. I guess pleasantries were a little too late but anyway,'' He started, ''I'm sorry for earlier. Just, can you imagine what it would be like to see your daughter dying, and find out that your son is dead and his murderer is still at large?"' Shit! I forgot about Randall! ''Uh, well...My sister is gone,my parents are gone, my entire family is dead besides me, so...I guess I haven't gotten to thinking about kids.'' Probably a bit insensitive, but I went through about the same this guy did. ''Yeah...I'm, uh, sorry about that...'' I think I should of said that, but hey, he started it. He walked over to what looked like a grave with a gravestone on it. It had hand prints on it, saying ''We miss you Mom!'' It looks like Sam has lost more than I thought. ''Sam never told me about her...'' ''Yeah, I wouldn't think so after she found her like that.'' He got up and started walking to the gate. He noticed the arm from the walker before.''Kids don't have to see this.'' He grabbed the arm and opened the gate. He threw it out and started to sob. What did he even want to talk about? This is getting really awkward. ''I'm sorry...I'm just remembering my wife...You protected my daughter so far, so I ask you this. If something bad happens to me, make sure you're there for her.'' Now that's something I can do. ''I'll do it. You have my word. I mean, I hope I don't have to, because I don't want something bad to happen to yo-'' BAM! John's face flew the fuck off all of sudden. ''OH! OH! SHIT...''
To be fair, he was asking for it. I mean, he could've just thrown the arm over the top. Or just shut the door. Well, I guess it's time to fight. I looked over where the shot came from and saw, of course, Randall and his lackeys. I ran back to the porch and took cover on the small wall. I saw Paige step up to the window and I motioned for her to get a gun. Looking up I saw two of the lackeys and they were both on different ends of the court. I decided to sneak up behind the one on the right, waited for him to be out of sight from the other two, and slashed his throat. As I grabbed his gun, Lackey number two came out and started to pull out a flare gun. He wasn't able to shoot it before I put a shell in him and his choking friend on the ground. I looked back at the garage and saw Paige struggling for the gun against Randall. I took out my knife and ran as fast as I could just in time for Randall to knock Paige on the ground. I tried to lunge at him and stab but he knocked the machete away and aimed. I pushed the gun away from my direction and it shot harmlessly into the air. I threw a right hook knocking him down and got into a top mount on him. I started raining down punches and my years of boxing were finally useful as I could start to see my fists taking effect on his face.
I didn't really know what happened, other than something really hard just put me on my ass. I got up, fighting the headache, when Randall grabbed my arm and started to choke me. I knew his true intentions though, and leaned my body to the left, let my body fall and grabbed his arm to apply a standing arm bar. Paige came out of nowhere and knocked Randall over the head with a shovel. She grabbed him and pulled him to the...thing. It didn't matter what it was because all I knew is that Randall would have a hard pulling the trigger after this.
Randall finally awoke. He tried in vain to get his arms out but he was caught like a rat in a trap. To be honest, I didn't care what he had to say. I just grabbed the lever and pulled it the other way. I could hear the bones in his hand dislocating and crunching. ''JESUS! You don't play around...I like that.'' God, he was egotistical. ''Randall? Randall check it now goddammit!'' This is gonna be good.
The next chapter is not gonna be the end. I will continue after the inevitable siege of the house to maybe the group heading into the city, maybe meet Clementine and Kenny, maybe meet Rick, who knows? I'm crazy so I could think of anything. I could probably find a way for the group to meet the Rugrats if I wanted to. Stay tuned!...