5. No One Is Saved From Death
I look around, unsure of where the sound came from. I look to my right and see Rick standing there, holding his pistol with two hands. I look back over at Carl, who has his eyes squeezed tight. The man who was holding the gun to his head is laying on the ground, dead. Everything happens very fast. Gunshots ring from both sides, but all I'm doing is standing there. Rick saved Carl, but he still over there. He is stil in the enemy's territory. Someone raises there gun and points it at Carl. I close my eyes for a second before lifting my machine gun. I pull the trigger without thinking and the man falls to the ground effortlessly. Before I know it I am running towards the gate to get out. I yank it open and run to him. Most of the poeple on this side are dead.
I pull Carl off the ground with my last ounce of energy and start to pull him back towards the gate. I am stopped by a tall, muscular man. His hands grip my neck and he slings me on the ground harshly. I feel tired. Sluggish almost. My eyes are barely open when I see the man raise his gun and point it my head. He pulls the trigger. I squeeze my eyes shut and prepare for the pain of the shot. It hits me in a weird spot. My throat. It doesnt hurt as bad as I thought it would. Maybe I'm imaginaing it. Maybe he did shoot me in the head and I just dont know it. Maybe I'm dying. Maybe this is the end.
*Carl's point of view*
He shot her. I couldnt stop him. He shot her. I dont know if she wil live this time. I push the man and grab Izzy's gun. I shoot him all in the same second. This has to be some bad dream. This isnt real. Izzy isnt laying on the ground right now, maybe dying. Its all my fault. I didnt stop him in time. I fall to my knees and lay down beside her. I take her hand in mine and squeeze it tightly. She is warm. I lift her off the ground and place her head in my lap. I stroke her hair as I sob loudly. The bullet hit her neck. I see a tear slide down her cheek and I wipe it away with a finger. She really did take a bullet it for me this time. She came and saved me again. Only this time, I couldnt help her.
I always knew she loved me. Even before she told me. Now it doesnt matter. Nothing mattered. It was all worth nothing, because in the end no one is ever saved from death. I may not be cold and unbreathing, but I am dead inside. I am nothing without her. All those times we shared. Every kiss, every touch. I loved her. I loved her and now she's dead. I dont think the pain in my chest will ever go away. It hurts so bad. I didnt even get to say good bye. How? How is it that only the good people die? She was so loving. So caring.
"I love you Izzy," I cry louder. "I love you so much. Please dont leave me. I cant survive without you," I plead. "You dont deserve to die!" I yell. I know she wont respond, but somehow I can still believe that she can hear me. But thats not true. She's dead.