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.


3. Happy Ending

       "Carl," I begin. "Do you still have that ipod?"

      He smiles big, revealing his straight white teeth. "Yes," he says and pulls it out of his bag.

      I smile and take it from him. I hit the on button and slide the screen over to unlock it. I go to the music and scroll through all the songs. I click on the song You Don't Know You're Beautiful by One Direction. "As much as I hate this song, it's a good song to dance to," I explain.

     He narrows his eyes, but stands up. The song starts to play and he grabs me by the hand and pulls me up. I stand beside him and wait for the part "the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed" and I flip my hair as outrageously girly and flirty as I possibly can. He smirks and shakes his head. He grabs my hand again and spins me around and around. We are both laughing. We continue doing some random dance moves until the song is over.

     I scroll through the songs again and pick the song Pompeii by Bastille. It takes Carl a moment to realize what the song is, but once he does I can practically see the light bulb go off in his head. I try and dance, but for some reason I just find it in me too. After a moment I give up and sit down. I just sit there and listen for the rest of the song. Carl sits down beside me. "What's wrong?" he asks.

     "I just never thought that, that song would actually mean something. I mean listen to it. It's like... almost our life," I shake my head.

     "Hmm... lets find a happier song then," he suggests. He searches through the songs until he finds one that he wants. He clicks on it and it immediately starts playing. It's Counting Stars by One Republic. I smile and he pulls me up beside him. I sway a little to the music and after awhile I am jumping all around, causing Carl to start cracking up laughing. When the song is over I turn the ipod off. There is only 72% left and I want to make sure it lasts.

      "I'm gonna go see what everyone else is doing. Wanna come?" Carl asks me.

      I shake my head. "Nah. I'll be here though whenever you get back," I tell him.

      He nods. "Okay."

      He walks away and I am left alone by myself. I look around, thinking of what I should do. That's when the thought comes. I get up and walk across the store to drawing and school supplies isle. I walk up and down them until I find a black diary. I pick it up and find a mechanical pencil. I take the book and pencil back to the bed and sit down. I open up to the first page, get some lead out of the pencil and start to write.


      I'm not sure what day it is so I will just say it's about mid August.

       It's been so long since I have wrote anything. It feels nice though. It's a nice change from always thinking things inside my head. Now I can write them down on paper. Maybe one day when I am dead and gone someone will find this. Maybe by then the world will be fixed and it won't be filled with crazy cannibals.

      So if you are reading this here is my story. I was 12 years old when the outbreak occurred. I was with my mom, dad, and brother for awhile, but they died at the beginning. I was alone for almost a year. Then a group found me. A wonderful group of people. They took me in and have helped me stay alive ever since. I am in love with a very handsome boy named Carl Grimes. We used to stay at a prison, but it got overrun and we were forced to move. Now we stay at a WAL-MART about a days walk away from it. That is where I am now.

      I used to have really long blonde hair, but I recently cut it. Now it's just a little past my shoulders. I have light blue eyes with a dark blue ring around the outer edges. I am fairly tall and skinny. I guess you could call me small, but trust me I can hold my own. 

    That is me. I'll tell you later on about my friend Katy and more about Carl. And even if the world has gone back to normal and this kind of life is in your distant past or if the world has been abducted by aliens or if the world has been taken over by robots I just want you to remember us. To remember everything that we have went through because once we are gone there will be no one left to remember us. 





          I close the diary and slide it under my pillow. This will be my secret. My little secret that only I will know about. Maybe one day if I am dying I will show someone. I will tell them to pass it on so our stories will be remembered forever. I think our lives would make an interesting book. Maybe that's what that can be. A book. I guess we'll find out if it has a happy ending or not.



        Sorry about the extremely short chapter guys! I figured that would be an okay ending or else it would have to be like twice that long and I didn't want to write anymore for this chapter. With this I promise to make the chapter a pretty long one. I will probably publish it later today or tomorrow :)

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