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.


12. Walkers

            I walk through the woods, slowly as I stalk the deer. I lost it's trail a while back and I just now found it again. I can hear it making it's way through the woods ahead. I raise my cross bow that I didn't know I had and aim ahead of me. I come out into a clearing and see the deer laying on the ground, being ripped open by a zombie. I shoot the zombie in the head and run to the deer's side. We could probably eat around the bitten part, but I don't trust it. Too risky.

     I hear the sound of crunching leaves and twigs snapping from behind me. I spin around and shoot off my cross bow. I expect to see a walker, but it's not. I feel my heart drop in my stomach as I realize what I just did. I run forward and catch him before he falls to the ground. He's struggling to breath and he is bleeding from a wound in his upper stomach.

   "Carl," I whimper. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was you," I insist.

  He coughs up a little blood. "Go. The blood... will attract walkers," he rasps.

  "No," I shake my head. "I'm not gonna leave you."

   He shuts his eyes and I see a tear slide down his face. He opens them again just long enough to say. "I love you," and then they close again.

   My hands cup his cheeks and my tears roll off my face and land on his shirt. "I love you too."

  I wait a minute to see if his eyes will open again, but they don't. Slowly his chest stops rising and falling and his face turns cold. He's gone. I killed him.


   I sit up fast and see that I'm crying. I look around me, but Carl isn't laying beside me. He is propped up against the tree with his back to me. I wipe the tears away and take a deep breath. It was just a dream. Everything's okay. It was just a dream. I tell myself this over and over as I finally get my heart beat back to normal.

   I push myself off the ground so I am standing. I pause to see if Carl will look back and see what I am doing, but he doesn't. I walk over to the tree and see that he is asleep. I pick up a stick and start to carve into the tree. Went for a walk. Be back in a little while. Love Izzy. This way he won't freak out when he wakes up and realizes that I'm not here.

   I grab my sword and one of the pistols we found. I throw my sword and it's holder over my shoulder and put my pistol at my hip. I keep Carl's shirt on because the air is still chilly. Once I have everything situated I walk deeper into the woods.


               *Carl's point of view*


     I open my eyes slowly until I realize that I fell asleep. I sit up fast and look around. Melonie and Joel are still asleep, but I don't see Izzy anywhere. Where did she go? I stand up and start to search until I notice a message written in the tree. Went for a walk. Be back in a little while. Love Izzy. I sigh. She might have left awhile ago and could be back any minute now or she could have left just a minute ago and won't be back for awhile. Or she could be trapped. Stuck somewhere. Anything could happen. She knows not to go off by herself. But she still did.

    I don't feel too bad for yelling last night. I kinda lost it and I shouldn't have yelled like I did, but I still not necessarily feel bad. And no matter how mad I am I still love her and I still can't let anything happen to her. I just wish there was a way to show her that so many people care about her. Maybe then she would stop going out on the death missions and actually care about herself.

   I sigh and walk over to where Melonie and Joel are still sleeping. I kneel down and shake them lightly. They both sit up and look around, alert. "What's wrong?" Joel asks.

  I shake my head. "Nothing's wrong. It's just that Izzy went for a walk and we're going to go looking for her," I explain.

  "Is she okay?"

  "I'm sure she's fine. I just want to make sure."

  He nods. "Oh, okay."

   "We need to go now," I instruct.

  They stand up and stretch while I pack away the blanket. Once I have everything packed I put Izzy's bag over my shoulder and grab my weapons. "You guys ready?" I ask.

  They both nod and we head off deeper into the woods.




    We've been walking for about an hour now and there's still no sign of Izzy. Well, besides her foot prints there isn't any. I'm starting to panic, but I'm trying to keep myself calm. We could run into her at any time. My biggest fear is that her footprints will come to a stop and we'll find her dead. This thought makes me shudder. That's the worst case scenario and it most likely will not happen, but it's that little chance that keeps me pushing forward.

   After a few minutes I hear something crashing through the trees up ahead. I pull out my pistol and aim, expecting a zombie to come barelling toward us, but instead I see a person running toward us. It's Izzy. She just barely stops running when she gets to us. Instead she grabs my arm and Joel's arm. Joel grab a hold of Melonie and we are all running back to the camp. I want to ask Izzy what is going on, but we're running so fast and my breathing is horse so it's hard to talk. I'll just have to wait till we get back to camp.

   It takes us less than 30 minutes to get back to the camp. When we finally stop I bend over and set my hands on my knees. I take deep breaths as I try to catch my breath. Once I am finally able to see straight and my heart has stopped beating so fast I ask her.

  "What... the heck... is going on?"

  She holds up her finger as she catches er breath. She ran further than we did so she must be even more out of breath. After a moment she lets her finger fall and says, "There was... a big hoard of walkers... back there."

  "Great," I moan. "So now we can either go towards a big hoard of walkers or go back towards the house of people that want to kill us," I say sarcastically.

 "We're gonna have to either get around them. Or go another way," she shrugs.

 "You make that sound easier than it is. What if we get lost? What if we run right into the hoard or we somehow go in a circle and make our way back to that house?" I question her, my anger towards her from last night still hanging in my voice.

  She shrugs. "I'm not a miracle worker. We can either try or we can wait here and hope we get lucky enough not to be caught. Your choice," she snaps.

   "No. There isn't a choice," I shake my head.

  "What are you talking about?" she demands.

  "I care whether we live or not. Even if you don't, I do. We don't have a choice on whether we can stay here and wait or keep moving. We have to keep moving because the rest of that group is already back and they will be looking for us. They will be looking for us here and we can't stick around any longer just hoping they won't find us."

  She stares at me for a moment. Not necessarily angrily, just looking. She sighs. "You're right. You're always right," she whispers.

  Suddenly I feel my heart soften and I can't be mad at her anymore. "I'm sorry," I tell her.

  "No. You're right. Everything you said last night was true."

    I take a step forward and wrap my arms around her. Her arms wrap around my shoulder  and my arms wrap around her waist. Her chin rests on my shoulder. "I'm sorry," I repeat.

   "It's okay."

   "Are you ready to go?" I ask her.


  I pull away and take her bag off my shoulders. I hand it to her and she smiles. "You thought of me."

  "Of course. I didn't know if we would be coming back here and I knew you would want your stuff."

  She nods. "You know me well."

 She puts the bag over her shoulders and makes sure she has all of her weapons and I do the same. Once we have everything I call over to Melonie and Joel who are propped up against the tree. "Come on," I wave my hand for them to come.

   They stand up and walk over to us. "So which way should we go?" Izzy asks.

  "I think we should go diagnolly to the left then once we get pretty far cut over to the right. Then we should avoid the worst of the hoard or all of it if we're lucky," I suggest.

   She nods. "Sounds good to me."

  I take a deep breath before walking forward. We're either going to make it. Or we're not. Because there is no way we will be able to fight off a big hoard. And I'm not sure we have much of a chance.



    Hey guys! I haven't been updating very much lately and I'm sorry. I'm having some problems with my dog and it's just kind of crazy.  Plus I have been on Instagram a lot and I just haven't had any good ideas lately. So I'm sorry if this chapter sucks. I'll try and make the next one better. By the way if you have an Instagram please comment it below and I will go follow you. My Instagram is @not_so_innocent_burrito if you wanna follow me. If not whatevs. Okay well that's all. Don't forget to like, comment, and favorite. Love ya guys!


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