I wake up later with my head on Carl's chest. We are laying on the bed we slept in last night underneath of the warm blanket. This time Carl is awake before me. He is looking at something in the distance. I wonder if his dad knows about us. Probably not. He looks down at me when he realizes I am awake and smiles. I smile back at him. I feel happy today. Which is unlike me.
"Good morning," he says.
"Good morning. What time is it?"
"Its still early. I couldn't sleep," he shrugs.
I prop myself up on my elbow. "How are you today," I say in a weird voice. He raises one eyebrow in a questioning look. "I don't know. I'm bored."
"I think we're leaving today. The only reason we didn't leave yesterday was because of Daryl and Beth. I'm ready to leave."
"Me too," I agree. "Look I'm gonna change. Yesterday sorta ruined this shirt..."
"Get out," I point to the door and roll my eyes.
"Okay..." he gets up and walks out of the room slowly.
I shake my head and walk back over to the dresser. I grab a black long sleeve with the word LOVE written on it in white letters. I change into it and put my sweatshirt back over it. I walk over to the closet and grab a thick, brown, furry coat and put it in my back pack. This will come in handy when it gets cold. I grab all of my stuff and walk out into the living room. I find everyone already out there sitting on the floor and on the couch and chairs. Rick stands up when he sees me. "Okay now that everyone is ready lets go."
We all start to file out of the house. I snatch up a soft, wool, black blanket before I step outside. The air is cool, but the sun is warm. It feels nice. We walk back down the long driveway and out to the train tracks. We continue walking in the direction that we had been walking in. Charolette doesn't seem to mind that she is coming with us. It must be nice being a little girl. Then I wouldn't have to deal with all the things I have seen and done. I wouldn't have to deal with all this. We walk just like before. I wish we were in a car. Its more exciting to places go by as a blur.
Hours later and a hundred miles past we finally stop to take a break. The sun is starting to go down. I don't like the dark. Bad things happen in the dark. We passed 2 more signs today about Salus, but they all say the same thing. "Follow the tracks to Salus. Sanctuary for all." The zombies were on a down low today, but something seemed familiar. Like I had been here before. I don't see how, but this place reminds me of my home town.
I stand against an old run down building. I think it used to be a bar. I slide down the wall letting it prop me up, and sit on the ground. I notice something in the distance that looks like a person. I stand up and walk towards it a little bit to get a better look. Its a zombie. I can tell from the limping and jagged lines of walking. It's only one.
It gets closer and closer. I start to recognize some of the features. Someone I used to go to school with? No. They look to small. Like a child. I tilt my head and scrunch my eyes. I hear Carl walk up beside me, but I don't care. I know who the zombie is. My eyes go wide and I take a step back. No this isn't happening. This isn't real! But it is. This is real. My vision goes black and I start to fall. Carl catches me just in time. "Izzy?"
I cant respond. My eyes roll back in my head and I black out. I wake up a moment later. "No!" I gasp.
"What is it Izzy?" he asks worriedly.
"The-the zombie I-is m-my.... brother," I rush the last word out. Tears stream down my face and I am sobbing to loud.
"Izzy. Izzy its okay. Its okay Izzy," he says reassuringly.
I shake my head. I drop to my knees and fall over onto my side. Carl lifts me up again so I am standing. "Its not okay Carl! It never is!" I shout through the tears.
He pulls his gun out and looks at me sadly. "Just look away Izzy."
I let out a wail as he cocks the gun. I turn away. I cant bare to see this. I hear the shot, but I also don't. Its hard to hear anything over my pounding head. Carl spins me around and pulls me close to him. I rest my head on his chest and my arms rest in between us. He has one arm around my waist, but the other is stroking my hair. "Its okay," he repeats.