Chapter Thirteen

Eddie's P.O.V.

April 26, 2013 18 years young 13:03

Fabian and Amber have come down with the flu. I hope it's nothing more than the flu, but my guy makes me feel like they have the infection. Is it spreading now? The infection? So that even before we die we'll turn?

Unless they were bit…

No. Impossible.

K.T has been a bigger help to the group than I thought she would. She cooks, she does the dishes, cleans, even takes care of Victor like Fabian used to. I've decided to let him out this evening, since the old man is dying so quickly.

I may be just a stupid fool when I say this, but I think I have feelings for K.T. Patricia…just isn't doing it anymore. She doesn't give me that explosive feeling like K.T does. It's like electricity. Lightning.

I feel like I need to address this to Patricia. She'd want me to tell her the one hundred percent complete truth.

"You like K.T now?" Patricia said in disbelief.

"Yeah…" I said rubbing the back of my head from where she smacked me with a book. She had been asking me the same question over and over for fifteen minutes, seeing if my answer would change.

It hasn't.

She smacked me with a really thick ancient hardcover book outside of my head. My head still stings…

"Get out." She said putting her head down.

"Patricia…I'm s-"

"GET OUT!" She screamed throwing the book at me again. It hit me right in the face sending me into the hallway landing right on my ass.

"I hate you." She said crying. Then she slammed the door in my face. I sighed and tried to get up, my stab wound from K.T hurting me and my entire head hurting me.

The door opened again.

"Forgot your shit." Patricia hissed throwing my clothes at me. The door slammed again. I was once again on my ass in the hallway. I shook the clothes out of my face, a pair of my boxers hanging from my nose. I cringed and threw them off of my face.

I sighed again and got up, still in pain. It hurt to bend over, but I picked up all of my clothes and went to the dining table downstairs, throwing the clothes on the table, the boxers on my face occasionally falling onto the ground as I walked.

"You realize we eat on that table, yeah?" Jerome said from the couch.

"Yeah…but I need somewhere to put them so I can fold them…Patricia kicked me out of our room…" I trailed off. Jerome scoffed.

"Why?" He asked smirking.

"We broke up." I could tell her was trying to restrain himself from laughing. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table. I started to fold my clothes, the boxers all the way at the other end of the table, mocking me.

"Um, Eddie? You might wanna come see this." Joy said running into the room. She looked concerned. I got up and followed her. She took me to the room Fabian and Amber were placed. When we walked into the room, Nina was in the corner, hugging her knees and rocking, crying silently. I looked over to the two twin beds they were in.

They weren't dead, so I let out a sigh of relief. But something had happened. I walked over to Fabian's bed. He looked like he was about to drop dead.

"Roll up his sleeves." Joy said, sniffling. I gulped and slowly rolled up his sleeves.

Bites.

Three zombies bites.

Three.

"Roll up Amber's jeans."

"No. I know what's gonna happen." I said, my voice cracking.

"When did this happen?" I whispered.

"Why did you hide this from us? From…me?" Fabian didn't reply, he just turned his head away. He was struggling to breathe. Same as Amber. I backed away in disbelief.

I can't shoot them.

But I have to.

But I can't.

But I have to.

I don't have the balls.

But I have to.

But they'll turn.

But I have to.

But I want to spend every last breath with them.

But I have to.

But I have to…

They don't have much time left. I know I need to shoot them, but I can't. I need someone else to do it. I'll just hold the gun to one of their heads and then break down, not pulling the trigger. This is too much. Too…fucking…much…

"We have to shoot them. Someone…has to." Mara said during our group meeting. Our group meeting without Fabian and Amber…

Everyone looked at me.

"No." I said.

"Why? None of us have the heart to do it." Alfie said.

"And I do?!" I asked.

"You don't even know how destroyed I am from this. You know the last thing I said to Fabian before he became ill was a fucking insult?" I hissed. Nobody said anything.

"I'll do it." K.T said.

"Y-you will?" Joy asked.

"Yes. I need to start contributing more and…I don't know them like you all do…I think I can do it." K.T said. I smiled weakly.

"Do it now. They need to be put out of their misery…before they turn…" Mick sighed. I nodded and gulped. K.T sighed and got up and walked to the room they were in.

Rest in peace…