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.


6. Let Me Go

           Evening comes, but we don't stop walking. We just keep going. There's no point in stopping when only one of us would be able to sleep because the other would have to keep guard. So we keep walking. It's strange walking around at night. I feel like I am breaking some non-existing rules by being out here alone with Carl at night. I know it's silly, but I really do and it's even more silly because Rick gave us permission. I didn't think about it then, but Rick must really trust us if he's willing to let us go on a 3 day trip by ourselves. I mean anything could happen.

      "Why do you think your dad let us go on this trip?" I ask.

     He thinks about this for a sec. "I'm really not sure. I was just as surprised as you were. I still am, but I don't really question it. Far as I see it, we get to get away from everyone and do whatever we want for 3 days," he smiles. "I couldn't ask for much more."

      "I know, but... think about it. Anything could happen. He must really trust us..."

      Carl chuckles. "I don't think anything is going to happen. We could kidnapped or killed or bit, but I don't think anything will happen," he doesn't specifically say, but he is talking about more then just getting kidnapped or bit or killed.

     I shake my head with a smirk on my face. "With my luck something will happen."

     "I don't really think you are bad luck charm. I think you bring me good luck."

     "I'm not a bad luck charm, I know. I'm saying I have bed luck. Something always goes wrong with me," I shake my head.

     "Not always. I mean you got saved by us that day out in the field.

     I think back at the memory and I almost want to cry as all the memories come flooding back. Man have we come so far. "Carl, think back to that memory carefully. I was almost eaten by zombies. The only good part about that was that I was lucky enough to be saved by you guys."

     "Yes, but we still saved you. So you have some good luck," he smiles just a tiny bit.

     "Some, yes. Not enough though."

     "As long as I am alive and well Izzy you will not being going to get hurt. I promise I won't let anything happen to you," he assures me. I look to the right, away from him so I don't argue. He puts his hand under my chin and pulls my head so I am looking at him. "Okay?" he asks.

     "Okay," I mutter.

     He can hear the false note in my voice, but he doesn't further on the topic. "Can I ask you a question?"

    "Of course."

    "If I wasn't one of the last kids alive, that are your age, would you still love me?" he asks.

    I am taken back by the question. I had never thought about it like that. "Of course. Carl if I didn't like you I wouldn't go out with you. I'm not the kind of girl that has to have a boyfriend. I want you as my boyfriend. I love you."

    He smiles a little shyly. "I thought so. I just wanted to make sure. I mean... I wouldn't really be that mad if you didn't, but I just wanted to know for sure."

    "That wasn't a very smart question. You should know by now that I wouldn't use you just to have a boyfriend."

   "I didn't say that. I just meant that if you had a choice, like if there was more guys to choose from, would you still choose me," he explains.

   "To be honest you're really the only guy that I have met that doesn't drive me crazy 5 minutes after being with you. You're more than my boyfriend. You're still my best friend too," I tell him.

   "Good. I want you to know that I will always be here for you. No matter what Izzy. I promise you can come to me about anything."

   I nod. "I know Carl."

   He grabs my hand and we continue walking until we see headlights up ahead. Carl pulls me over and we jump into the ditch right before the lights hit us. The cars only goes about 100 feet before stopping. I can see now that it's a big, black truck. "Shit," Carl whispers under his breath.                                             

         4 men step out of the car. They drag out 2 kids after them. A older boy and a younger girl. The boy looks to be about 11 and the girl looks about 6. They throw the to the ground and I hear the thump as they land on the hard black-topped roads. I cringe as the little girl wails. I hear the click of the gun one of them cocks it. I lean back into Carl and let out a little whimper. Tears flow from my eyes as I think about the little kids. "Shh... shh... shh," Carl rocks me back and forth as I try my best to stay quiet. 

       "They're going to kill them," I whisper.

     "I know Izzy. I know, but there's nothing we can do. We can't put ourselves in danger to save them," he insists.

     I know he's right, but I can't just sit and watch 2 little kids be shot. "Let me go Carl."

    "No. No, I'm not gonna let you get yourself killed Izzy," he shakes his head.

    "I'm not going to watch as 2 kids get killed. Let me go," my voice wavers a little at the end.

    "We don't even know them and you're ready to risk your life for them?" he demands.

    "People have to stick up for each other now. You guys saved me and you didn't know me. You risked your lives, shooting off all those rounds. Now let me go Carl."

    "Izzy..." he pleads.

    "Now! We don't have any time!" I am crying now. I don't know why I feel like I have to do this. But maybe I do. Deep down I know why I have to do this. " I couldn't save my family. I couldn't save Katy. I couldn't save any of these dead people walking around in the sreets. But I can save these kids. And that's reason enough to risk my life."

     He looks at me and I see what I don't want to see in his eyes. Pain. "Then I'm coming too."

    I already new he would say that. He lets me go and I pull out my sword. I would use my pistol, but I'm out of ammo. I walk forward and position the sword so I am ready to swing. Carl must have gotten more ammo for his gun because he has already cocked it and is ready to shoot. I walk right up to the men. They spin around at the sound of us. I swing the sword to the side and hits the man in the base of his neck. I don't watch as his headless body falls to the ground. Carl shoot 2 of them and take the other one. Even though the 4 men are dead I still feel something against my neck. A knife.

      I freeze. Was there more men I didn't see? There must have been. "Get the other 2 kids. Me and Jo's got these 2. We'll take em' back to camp den' decide on what we gonna do to em'" I hear the man holding me hostage say.

     A man walks forward and rips the 2 kids off the ground. The man shoves me forward into the car. I hit my head on the door before collapsing on the back seat. My vision is disoriented and I am seeing black spots. Someone fixes me so I am sitting up and Carl and the other 2 kids are crammed in too. The last thing I see is Carl's face before the world goes black.

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