The Dead Walking 4

(This is the 4th book in The Dead Walking series) I hate death. Its not even the fact someone died really its the after math when you look back and think "maybe I could have done something" and it just eats away at you until you cant take it anymore. And it seems no one really understands it, but you so you are left to face it alone. Just like you're left to face everything else alone now because we're all just monsters too.


20. Go

         I'm not out as long as I would have liked to be. In just a few moments I am awoken to the same burning pain making it's way through my body. I already know that I was stupid to scream. I should have just gritted my teeth and dealt with the agonizing pain in silence. Now I've put us all at risk. I stare up at Carl's wide, worried eyes as I regain myself.

       "Are you okay?" he demands.

      I nod a little. "Yes." It's not really a lie. I mean I am okay. I'll be fine. I'm just not okay right now.

      "Izzy I'm so sorry. W-what can I do?" he pleads.

      I shake my head. "Nothing. You can't do anything about it. Just... get me wrapped up again."

      Carl gets some new bandage and wraps me up. I feel a little better once my ribs are sealed up and I can't feel the small hole in my skin as the air brushes over it. Carl helps me sit up and I look around, waiting for the sound of any walkers. My scream should have attracted enough. Unless I didn't scream. And it was just a part of my imagination. "D- did I scream?" I ask.

     Casey and Carl shake there heads. "No."

     I smirk and shake my head a little. "Good."

     Carl narrows his eyes, but doesn't ask. "So I guess we will find you a comfy and then me and Casey will board up the place."

      "Sounds like a plan," I smile.

      "Do you need any help carrying her?" Casey asks.

     Carl shakes his head. "No I've got it."

     Carl slides his arms under me and gently lifts me off the ground. I take a deep breath expecting it to hurt, but it doesn't. It feels better actually then laying on the ground. He walks around for a little while finding the perfect place. He stops in front of the last fallen over isle. "I'm gonna set you down for a second, okay?"


    He sets me down and turn back to the shelf. He flips It over so the smooth side is on top. Then he pulls out the black blanket and lays it down. "Okay. Here's your bed."

    I roll my eyes as he lays down. The blanket offers a lot padding, leaving my back feeling nice. I sink back into it's comfort. "I think I might just take a nap," I smile really big, but my eyes are already closed, reminding me off how exhausted I am.

    Carl chuckles. And that's the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.




      At some point I open my eyes. The sun is just now starting to rise which means I slept all through the night. I lift my head as far as I can without my body hurting. I look on the floor and see Carl laying down, on the hard tile floors, all by himself. I sigh and lay back as I stare up at the ceiling. What am I supposed to do? There is no way we are going to be able to make it back to WALMART in 3 days now. I'm just lagging us behind.

      I'm still surprised I slept all the way through the night without waking up at least once... that's definitely a first. I hear Carl stir on the floor beside me and look over to see that he is awake. "Good morning," I tell him.

     "Good... morning," he says in between a yawn. "Do your ribs feel any better?" he asks.

     "A little... if I don't move to much."

     "Do you want to try and travel today or do you want to wait till tomorrow and see if you feel any better?"

     "You already know the answer. I'm not going to be the reason that holds us back," I shake my head.

     Carl rolls his eyes. "You're not. To be honest I don't really care if we get back on time. We have enough people here to keep ourselves alive for awhile. I'm not going to force you to hurt yourself just so we can get back to WALMART in 3 days. I'm sure they will understand if we explain what happened," he assures.

      "Yeah... maybe. I still want to try and travel. Even if we don't get very far, it's better then not getting anywhere at all," I point out.

     "Okay. I'll go check on everybody. Why don't you try and maybe walk by yourself or stretch your muscles or something before we get going," he suggests.

     "I will."

     I wait until he is gone to try and move. I don't want to make a fool out of myself. I take a deep breath before heaving myself into a sitting position. Just this slight movement leaves me breathless. I take a moment to catch my breath before pushing myself off the 'bed.' It really wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I mean there was only a slight pain in my ribs. The only problem I will have with walking is breathing. That's the hard part.

      Carl comes back a few minutes later. "Hm I see your standing. How do you feel standing?" he asks.

      "I mean it didn't hurt that bad. It'll just be hard to breath. I'll have to take it slow and take rests so I can catch my breath," I explain.

     He nods. "As long as your not in pain."

     "I'm not," I shake my head.

     He picks up my bag and stuffs the blanket into it. "Do you think you can carry this?"

     I take it from him and put it over my shoulders, testing to make sure it doesn't hurt. I can feel it weighing me down a little bit, but I'll be fine. "Yeah, I got it.

     He hands me my weapons and puts an arm around my waist. We walk to the front of the store where everyone else is waiting. Casey looks over me as I approach them. I feel a little weird about it. Almost like he's a cop checking to make sure I'm not dangerous. "Are you sure she's well enough to be traveling?" Casey asks.

     "Yeah, she's okay," Carl tells him.

     Casey mutters something under his breath, but I can't make out what he said. I see that Carl and Casey boarded up the broken windows and put a latch on the door. Casey lifts the latch and swings the door open. We exit the building carefully. Scanning the cars yet again for any sign of movement. I am the last one to exit.

     We cross the parking lot and start weaving our way through the cars. I move to the left to avoid hitting a mirror and stumble into the car beside me. That's when the horn starts blaring. Everyone spins around, their eyes wide. "Oh shit," Casey groans. "We have to go... NOW."

      I can already see a couple walkers coming out of the woods to our right and from the road to our left. I'm such an idiot! "How is the horn even working?! The battery should be dead! It's been sitting here for so long..." my voice trails off as I realize it doesn't matter. We're screwed because I can't run. And there's no way Carl will leave me behind.

      Carl grabs my hand and pulls me the rest of the way through the crowd of cars. Once we are on the road there is at least 20 surrounding us. Some of them walking faster then others. Casey and Carl pull out their pistols and start shooting. They kill of a little more than half of them, but the noise of the shots will only attract more. "What are we going to do?" Melonie wimpers.

      I pull her close to me. "I don't know," I answer truthfully.

      I pull out my pistol and shoot a couple in the head. Even more are coming. We aren't killing them faster then they are coming. It's just like when me and Carl were surrounded. We knew deep down there was nothing we could do, but we still fought. I watch as one stumbles straight toward me. I take a small breath before pulling the trigger, sending the bullet flying into it's skull.

      I hear Casey's gun start to click, meaning he only has his machete. He stops all together after a moment. "Go," he whispers.

      "What?" Carl demands.

      "Go," he repeats. "Take Brian and Aria and just go. Find your group. Just promise you'll keep them safe," he shuts his eyes for a moment.

      "No," I shake my head furiously. "No you are coming with us!"

     "Go! Now! Before we all die! I can hold them off long enough for you to get a head start. I can save you guys..."

     "Casey..." Carl is trying hard to keep himself together. "Are- are you sure?"

     "Yes. Go. You deserve to live. You're nice people. Just promise you will keep the rest of my family safe."

      Carl nods. "I promise."

      "No, no, no!" Aria and Brian screech. Casey pushes them toward Carl.

      "You guys have to go with them now. They'll keep safe," he assures them.

      "No!" they wail.

      I feel my heart ache and I have to try my hardest not to let it shatter into a million pieces. "Come on Izzy," Carl grabs my hand and tugs me forward.

      I pull my hand away and run forward. I feel a tear slide down my face as I give him a hug. "Thank you... so much. I promise I'll keep them safe," I whisper.

      "Good bye Izzy."

      "Good bye."

      I spin around, knowing if I look at him for any longer I won't be able to leave. I squeeze my eyes shut and a few more tears flow down my face. I grab Carl's hand and we start to walk. I know I'll never truly except his death. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe we're not all monsters. Maybe there are a few of us that still have a little bit of ourselves left. Maybe we all still have a little reason to live. Maybe.



       Hey guys! So I don't know about you, but I found that chapter pretty sad. I was almost in tears writing it. Anyways let me know how you think I'm doing with story. There is only going to be a couple more chapters left and I'm thinking the end is going to be a cliff hanger... because I love leaving you guys on the edge of your seats waiting for what's going to happen next :) So don't forget to like, comment, and favorite!

                                              xoxo ~Samantha <3


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