The Dead Walking

(You all know the story of the Walking Dead. This is a different version of the walking dead.) I lost my family at the beginning. Been alone ever since. Till one day I stumble across a group. A group that changes my life. My name is Isabella, but I prefer Izzy. I wish I could say I am the same person as I was a year ago, but that would be a lie. I wish I could say walkers are the only things I have killed. I wish I could say a lot of things, but none of them would be true.

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11. Down the Railroad

                Salus.

                I remember learning about this in reading. Its the Latin word for safety.

                "What if they saw this? What if they're there. We have to go," I say excitedly.

                "I don't know," Rick shakes his head.

                "What could go wrong. We can check the place out and if we don't find them we can leave. Then we'll know that we have a place to stay if we cant find them," I point out.

                "Its worth a try," Carl shrugs.

                "I say we go," Mashone nods her head.

                Rick sighs. "Then down the railroad we go."

                We all start walking down the railroad tracks. I balance on the side, but fall quickly. "I bet I can balance longer than you," Carl teases.

                "Bet you, you cant," I taunt.

                "You're on."

                We each get on one side of the tracks. I get the right and he gets the left. "What do I get when I win?"

                "IF you win then I'll... give you 5 bullets for your gun," he explains. "If I win then... never mind I'm not gonna tell you. Its a surprise," he smiles mischieviously. I narrow my eyes, but stand on the rail anyways.

                 We both balance for a moment. I wobble a little, but for the most part I keep my balance. I see Carl having a tough time and smile triumphantly. I'm going to win. Just then he yells," watch out!"

                 I lose my balance and step off. I look around, panicked. There's nothing there. I scowl at him. "Hey! That was not fair! I call a rematch," I demand. I push him a little and he pushes me back, just a little too hard. I stumble backwards, but he catches me. He lifts me up before I can touch the ground. Rick and Mashone haven't looked back at us.

                  All of a sudden he crashes his lips to mine. I stand there shocked for a moment, but then I kiss him back.

                  I am lost in another world.

                 A world where I can forget about everything that has happened around me.

                 He pulls away and smiles. I smile back. "That turned out better than I thought. I'm glad I made you lose."

                 "That was what I owed you a-" he cuts me off by putting his fingers to my lips. I stand there with my arms crossed.

                 "You look so cute when you're mad," he jokes.

                 "Shut up," I say sternly, but I smile and the seriousness is gone.

                 "Don't get too far behind," Rick calls from a ways ahead. I was too busy... to notice we had stopped walking and they hadn't.

                 "We're coming," Carl calls.

                I had felt our relationship getting stronger. I knew I liked him and I knew he liked me, but it feels so weird. He is my best friend. Maybe not though. Maybe he's more. The kiss felt genuine, but maybe he just did it to mess with me. No he wouldn't do that. I decide not to ask. Maybe nothing has changed... for him... but everything has changed for me.

 

                                                 ****

 

                 We have walked for hours. My legs hurt, bad. They ache in multiple places from the constant walking. No one has complained, but I can see the tiredness in everyone's eyes. Me and Carl haven't talked since the kiss, but I can tell its just because we don't have anything to talk about. Not because he feels weird. As we walk I notice a house at the end of a long driveway. It is a big 2 story house, made of white panels, and has light blue curtains. "Why don't we stop here? It offers safety and it will be warmer and comfier than the ground," I suggest.

                "I think that's a good idea. We all need sleep and we don't have time to set up a camp out here," Rick nods his head in satisfaction.

                We all walk down the long driveway. We reach the house in a few minutes. We listen quietly for any noise, but I don't hear anything. No moaning, no nothing. "You guys be careful when you check the rooms," Rick instructs.

                We enter the house quietly and look around. We are in the living room. I see a blanket draped over a brown couch. I walk down a hall and check the first room. It is a kids bedroom. I look around and notice something behind the pink bed. I walk over and find a little girl. She has short blonde hair and light blue eyes. She is wearing a little pink shirt and jeans a size to big. She is shaking with terrified eyes. I bend down. "Hey what's wrong? I'm Izzy. I promise I wont hurt you," I say sweetly giving her a smile.

                 "M- my m-mom is I-in t-the c-closet," she stutters. "S-she was b-bit."

                I walk over to the closet and draw out my sword. "Close your eyes." She covers her eyes with her hands and I hear her whimper. I swing the door open and a middle aged women... zombie steps out. She moans and comes toward me. I swing my sword and wince as her head falls to the floor.

                 I walk back over to the little girl who cant be more than five and lift her up. She doesn't refuse. I walk back out to the living room and set her on the couch. I take the blanket and cover her up. The three of them return a minute later. They stop when they see the girl. "Her mom was bit," is all I say.

                 Rick walks over to us and leans down in front of her. "Hello. What your name?"

                "Charolette."

                "Well Charolette this is Carl and Mashone. How long have you been here?"

                "I live here. A zombie got my mom while we out hunting," she crys harder.

                "Its okay. You can stay with us if you want." She nods. "Where do you want to sleep? Since this is your house," He asks.

                "Here."

                "Okay. You can stay there."

                "I'm gonna sleep in one of the spare rooms," I say.

                I walk away. I walk down the hall where the little girl's room was. I pass it and go to the next room. Another girl's room. I walk in and examine its contents. I see a big wooden dresser, a full size bed with purple sheets, a t.v that wont work, and a closet. I walk to the bed and take off my book bag, remove my gun, and set my sword on the floor. I slide under the warm comforter and sigh. Someone knocks on the door and I see its Carl. I roll my eyes. "What?"

                 "Are you going to pretend like earlier didn't happen?"

                 "I'm not. I was waiting for you to say something about it," I shrug.

                 "I made the first move. I figured you would say something."

                 "You thought wrong," I smile.

                 "You're so shy," he shakes his head.

                 "I know."

                 "I'm going to go find a room," he says turning around.

                 "Wait! Carl... this house... creeps me out. Will you..." I cant finish. I feel to awkward.

                 "Will I stay with you? Yes," he smirks. He walks over and sits on the floor. "Can I have a pillow?"

                 "I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor!"

                 "Ohhhh," he stands up and plops down beside me.

                 The bed is big enough for three people so we have enough room. I give him a pillow and he slides under the blanket. He takes his hat off and sets it on the floor beside the bed. "What if your dad saw us?" I cant help myself. The words spill out of my mouth without control.

                 "I think he knows I like you."

                 "You like me? I wasn't sure..."

                 "Why else would I kiss you? Sometimes you aren't the smartest person Izzy," he jokes. "Do you like me?"

                  I think about it for a moment. He is my best friend. He could be my boyfriend. Do I want that? Yes, I do. "Yes," I whisper.

                 He smiles and rolls over so his back is toward me. I raise an eyebrow, but smile and shake my head. I roll over too and go to sleep with Carl just inches away.

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