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?


11. Too Late

*Cameron's POV*

I can see Sean is thinking really hard about something, but what? I don't really want to ask because I'm not sure Carl is ready to hear one of his 'great ideas'. He might get really freaked out and want to leave again.

"I'm getting hungry," I want Sean to go back inside soon, or now, "Sean, will you make us something to eat?"

Sean's jaw halfway dropped when I asked this, he's been acting really weird every since Carl, Rick and Judith came here.

"Um, yeah, what, uh, what do you want?" He scratched his head like he was confused about something. I told him whatever we had in the cupboards we would eat, as long as he doesn't spit in it, and I smirked. 

"Yeah, uh, sure," he was still scratching his head in confusion, but I'm sure he was just super tired.

He got up, opened the door, and went inside. 

"Sooo,'' I dragged out the 'o' for a bit, "what were we talking about?"

"You were telling me what you were going to do if this house gets overrun, or unsafe, or something. Do you have a back up plan?" He explained, and looked oddly relieved for some reason

Wow, we really don't have one. I don't know if we ever would if Carl hadn't asked me about that. 

"No, we don't. We were hoping to live here," This is true, I would really like to live here, maybe have Aliyah grow up here.

Carl explained to me the plan they had at the prison, with the bus, and the meeting spot, which never really went over that well because nobody ever found the bus. 

After almost ten minutes of us just talking, it seemed like everyone had woken up. There was chatter inside the house, and the smell of scrambled eggs. Carl and I got up and went into the house. We ate, talked, and both of our groups got to know each other a whole lot better that morning.

Except Sean. It seemed like he didn't even want to get to know Carl, Rick, or Judith. I was getting fed up with his childish attitude, but I'm willing to give him one last chance to try to be nice to Carl's family. 

After lunch, Rick, Carl, and Maliea went to check the perimeter to make sure we were safe. It's a big house so we needed three people to check.


*Carl's POV*

My dad and I went out to check the perimeter, Maliea offered to go with us at the last second, probably just wanting to get to know us better considering we'll be staying with them until we can't any longer.

Before we started my dad reminded us, "do not shoot your gun, unless you absolutely have to. Use your knife, it's quieter," then he motioned us to go forward. 

I noticed a trench with one walker in it, that must be Cameron's sister, Rhianne. She told me to just leave her if I saw her, she's not ready to let her go yet. But I felt bad not having known her so I crouched down, closed my eyes, and had a moment of silence for her.

I finished, opened my eyes, and felt a firm grip and a hard pull on my ankle, from walker Rhianne. 

I fell back and trying to counteract her pulling me into the trench. I tried grabbing onto everything to keep me from going in, I kicked my legs as hard as I could but I couldn't see behind me so I couldn't get a good aim. I found a steady tree root and grabbed onto it with the strongest grip I could ever have, and pulled myself with as much strength I could gather. I was out the trench, but so was walker Rhianne. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't shoot my gun and my knife fell off and was underneath Rhianne's foot. 

I couldn't yell for help, it would only attract more walkers. All I could do was not get bit.


*Maliea's POV*

I was checking traps for animals and keeping an eye out for walkers when I heard moaning. I looked around for Rick, he was checking another nearby trap so I knew he was okay. I looked around for Carl, and didn't see him anywhere. I started panicking because I didn't know where the moaning was coming from or where Carl was. 

I started running towards the house because it sounded like it might be coming from somewhere around there. 

There was Carl. And Rhianne. 

I ran over to help, but I remembered that Cameron isn't ready to have her sister, even as a walker, put down. I can't betray her, but what else can I do. 

I ran up to Rhianne, and pushed her back into the trench. I noticed that I was falling too. Rhianne had got a hold of my shirt and we were both falling into the trench. We landed with a thud, I lost my breath, and my head was throbbing so bad I felt like it was going to fall right off. 

"CARL, HELP!" I yelled at him, and he was nodding towards his own hand telling me to grab on and he'll pull me up. 

I grabbed on and he pulled with all his might, I help by using my legs to climb up the side of the trench. Something was weighing me down, Rhianne. She grabbed my leg and took a big bite out of it. I couldn't think of anything more painful. This set the bar for pain. I screamed as loud as I could and started to cry.

I heard a gunshot and Rhianne fell to the ground. Carl pulled the rest of the way up an I just lay on the ground wincing in pain. Cameron is standing there crying with her gun pointed to the trench. 

"Cameron," I whimpered.

"Maliea," she threw the gun on the ground and sat beside me, she rested my head on her lap, "I'm so sorry, this is my fault." She cried even more.

"This was no ones fault but my own, I tried to be superman and save the day, what an epic fail huh?" I laughed and cried at the same time. 

"No, maybe we can save you. Can we save her?" Tears slid down her face as she looked around to everyone who looked down in sympathy.

I lifted my arm and turned her face to look at me, "No, Cameron," she looked at me and cried, "it's too late," I felt my voice trailing off. These were my last words, "It's too late," I started to close my eyes, death was calling my name, "It's too, late," Everything went black, and I, Maliea Wallace, am dead.

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