Walking The Dead

Cameron has a rough life, even before the apocalypse. Her family is dead and she only has a few important people in her life now and she can't lose any more. She wants to survive and be happy but she knows she can't have both. When romance sparks, and her sister has an accident, Cameron doesn't think she wants to do it anymore. Can she survive everything that happens?


12. Good Timing

*Cameron's POV*

It's been a day and I can't seem to stop crying. Laying on the couch, my face buried in a pillow. I don't know why, or how there's even any tears left in me. But I haven't stopped crying since Maliea died. 

I didn't know her for very long, we met after the world ended. We weren't very close, but we had some personal talks every now and then. I wish I could've gotten there sooner, to help quicker, maybe even have saved her life. I feel stupid for letting her go with them, especially with my dead sister out there in a trench. I should have put Rhianne down when I first saw her, but I didn't, I couldn't. She meant so much to me, I looked up her. She was my big sister, my inspiration to be a better person. 

More tears flooded out of my eyes. I don`t want anyone to see me like this. I got up and moved my sad crying self up my room and threw myself on my bed.

I figured out why I was crying. I had to shoot someone who I knew. I've never had to do that before. It`s makes me feel guilt that I know I shouldn't be feeling. It was the right thing to do. 

Maybe if I talk with someone I'll feel better. 

I walk into the kitchen where Carl is and open the fridge. Is Carl the person I want to talk to about this? He's looking at me, I can feel it. I can't decide. I could talk to Aliyah, or Sean. No, not Aliyah. Sean wouldn't be much help either. So Carl it is. I turn to face him. 

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He jumps up and pulls a chair out for me.

"I've been, um, okay. I cant help but feel like this was sort of my fault though," I can feel tears forming in my eyes. I'm not going to cry right now.

"Why?! This was no where near your fault, it was no ones fault. It was all a big accident," He put his hand on my shoulder. He looked really sympathetic. 

"I could've gotten outside before Rhianne bit Maliea. I could've done something," I look away because I can feel tears about to flow. 

Carl guided my face to face his. 

"Look, I know how it feels to have lost almost everyone," He looked right in my eyes. 

"Have you had to shoot your sister?" I looked away. 

"My mom, I know how hard it is," His voice sounded calm and soothing. I looked into his baby blue eyes, and he looked into mine. 

I could feel this moment heating up as he leaned in. I leaned in too. What is happening? I could feel his breath on my lips. Are we about to kiss? 

"Hey guys, want a sandwich? I'm hungry so I'm making some." 

Nope. No, we are not. 

"Hey Sean, um, yeah, sure, I'll have one. You, Carl?" This just got a whole lot awkward. 

"No, I'm good for now, but thanks Sean," Carl's face looked red and embarrassed.

Even embarrassed and blushy I feel a whole lot better then I did a couple minutes ago. 

I smiled at Carl with red cheeks, a beating heart, and butterflies in my stomach, and he smiled back in the same way. 

"I'm going to my room, I'll see you later Carl," I tucked my long hair behind my ear and walked away. I couldn't help but smile. This proves that Carl might like me. I like that. 


*Carl's POV*

I can't believe me and Cameron almost kissed. She didn't look like she didn't want to kiss me. That makes me smile, a lot. I think I like her. Maybe I can talk to someone about it. Maybe Sean will help me. 

"Hey Sean, can I talk to you about something?" I ask for help.

"Sure, what's bothering you?" He smiles as big as he can, which makes me not want his help as much, but I'm still going to ask him.

"What do you think of Cameron?"

"What do you mean?" He looks slightly annoyed with me.

"I mean do you think she likes me?" I smile.

He took a big gulp of water, but spit it out when I asked.

"Um, well, just between us she told me she doesn't, and she wants you to leave. But don't say anything, okay?" He kept smiling which made me want to punch him. 

He walked away, I started to feel not so good about myself, and I wanted to leave.

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