The Dead Walking 2

This is the sequel to The Dead Walking. You all know Izzy's story and how she came to meet Carl's group, but this is completely different. The zombies are changing. They're getting smarter. Trees aren't safe, wooden doors wont protect you. Nothing prepared her for what is happening to the world.


20. Alone

            "Can we stop Carl," I am breathing hard.

         "Of course."

         We come to a stop and I hand Judith to Carl. I sit down in the dead center of the road and catch my breath. It takes a minute, but finally my breathing and heart rate goes back to normal. Carl sits down beside me and Judith craws from his lap to mine. She rolls over and lays on my legs. I smile and let out a small laugh. "She loves you a lot you know," Carl says.

         "I guess," I shrug.

         "I think she loves you all most as much as I do."

          My eyes widen. "Oh really? Then she MUST love me a lot," I joke.

          "She does," he nods. "I can tell. Brotherly instincts."

          "Has anyone ever told you that you are a very weird person?"

          "Only you like 5 times," he smiles.

          "Its okay to be weird though. It makes you special."

          "Again with the sophisticated language," he teases.

          "Oh yeah cause special is real sophisticated," I nod my head in fake agreement.

          "Its the way you say it. It makes you sound older than me."

          I shake my head. "Lets get going."

          "Yes ma'am," he gives a little bow.

          I stand up and lift Judith into my arms. She rests on my hip with her head on my shoulder. She falls asleep quickly. It makes my arms sore to hold her for awhile, but I couldn't bare to wake her up and give her to Carl. For some reason I feel really protective her. Which is very selfish of me because she is Carl's sister and Rick's daughter. She is not related to me yet I feel like it is my duty to protect her. Maybe its because Rick told me and Carl to look after her or maybe its just because she likes me and I like her. Either way I have to protect her.

          "Do you think they'll be there?" Carl asks after what feel like a lifetime later.

         "No. We got a big head start and they have more people so it will take them longer to walk. We could be at Wal-Mart for a day or 2 before they get there," I shake my head.

         "I know I'll like having the place to ourselves. Once they get there we wont have any privacy."

         This suddenly makes me feel a little nervous. We will be alone for at least 2 days. Its not that I don't trust Carl or anything. I know he isn't like that, but what if we get attacked? We wont be able to fight them ourselves and we have Judith. They could kill her or kidnap us and take her. Then the rest of the group would think that we died. That we never made it there, when we really did. This thought makes me shudder. "What if something happens Carl? What we get attacked?" I ask nervously.

          "Then we will fight them," he shrugs. "What else can we do?"

          "But what about Judith? They could kill us and take her."

          "I wont let that happen," his eyebrows furrow together.

          "You will not sacrifice yourself for me," I shake my head, as I read his expression.

          "I wont," he lies.

          I don't argue. I know I wont let him do that, but I don't want to start a fight. "How much farther do you think it is?"

          "Probably a couple more miles," I groan at the thought of walking a couple more miles.

          "Why does it have to be so far," I whimper.

          "I ask the same question," he nods.

          "You wanna know something I have always wanted to see?"

          "What?" he asks curiously.

          "What a tornado looks like," I smile.

          "You want to see a tornado?" he raises and eyebrow. "Do you have a death wish?"

          I laugh. "No. Its weird. Its like I want one to come down just for a second just so long enough to see it and then it goes back up."

         "Hmm... that's an interesting idea, but I don't think it works like that."

         "I know."

         "You know what I have always wanted to do?"


         "I've always wanted to break a leg so I could use crutches," he smiles a little.

         "Ow. Why would you want to break a leg. Then you cant run or play?"

         "I know, but I always thought it would be cool to use crutches," he explains.

         "I've always wanted braces. I was going to be getting them when I turned 13, but then the outbreak happened and I never got them."

         "I hear they hurt... a lot."

         "Yeah, but they would be worth it. I would have perfect teeth if I had gotten them," I point out.

         "Your teeth aren't that bad," he shakes his head.

         "Yeah they are."

         "Smile," he instructs.

         I smile big so he can see all of my teeth. My bottom ones have always been worse than the top. The bottom ones overlap and my "fang teeth" come forward further than the rest. The top are just... crooked. They don't line up. Carl's teeth are the opposite. His teeth have tiny gaps in between them. His still look better than mine though. "See," I say, closing my mouth.

         "You still look beautiful."

         "Why thank you," I respond in my best British accent.

         I find myself staring at him and look away. "I can still see your shy side sometimes," he comments. "You try to act so tuff," he shakes his head and smiles. "But I can see that deep down you are just a shy innocent girl."

         "If you get past the parts of me where I have killed people. Yes I am shy. I wouldn't say I'm innocent though. I've done a lot of bad things."

          "Haven't we all though? None of us are the same person we used to be. We've all had to do something to stay alive."

          "I can tell you aren't all tuff either," I say.

          "Yeah, I don't do to good a job hiding my shy side,' he smirks.

          "That's one of the reasons that made me love you. You aren't afraid to show weakness like most men. They want to act like they are indestructible and they're not."

          "Kinda like you?" he teases.

          "No I just try to hold my feelings in. I know for a fact I'm not indestructible," I disagree.

          "Course you do. You are pretty indestructible though. I mean you did take a bullet to the chest," he points out.

          I let out a low laugh. "But it did put me in a coma."

          "Yeah... don't remind me. I thought you were going to leave me. You scared me to death."

          I smile. "I'm not going anywhere just yet."

          "You better not."

          "I would promise, but I don't want to promise anything that I'm not sure I can keep."

          He doesn't respond. I was so close to promising that I wouldn't go anywhere, but then I realized I cant keep that promise. That's not something I have control over. I could die at any second of any day of any week of any month of any year. I wish I could promise him, but I cant.

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