April 6, 2012

• The Lost: A New Reality: Part 7

  After I put the man to rest, I decided to go out and find the two walkers he was talkin’ about. Before going back up the basement stairs, I ripped the arrow from the man’s head, wiped the bits of brains from it, and scoured the rest of the basement for some useful items.

  There were boxes stacked up neatly all around the basement. I ripped open box after box hoping to find some useful tools or weapons. I couldn’t find a thing to help me survive in this world full of bullshit. There must have been ten boxes, each one having nothing close to being practical. As I got to the last one, it was full of papers. I couldn’t help but to look at them. They were drawings done by a child.

  

  It was hard not to think about the family that I didn’t have. It was just me, my dad, and my brother Merle…if you could even consider my dad being drunk off his as* family. While thinking about my so called “family”, I couldn’t help but wonder where my brother was. The last I saw of him was four days ago, and four days in this world could be the rest of your life.

  We were searching for supplies in the city when we were swarmed by those bastards. We tried fighting our way through them all, but there were just so many of them. I yelled at my brother that we had no choice but to separate. I can’t say I’m worried about him though, he’s tough as nails if not tougher. The last thing I remember him saying was “You better prove yourself not to be a bitc* little brother. I’ll see you on the other side”.

  

  I left the opened boxes scattered across the basement floor, and climbed the stairs back to the first floor. I saw Nikki tossing and turning on the couch she fell asleep on, clutching the machete I handed her earlier that night. For some reason I felt bad for her, and with little hesitation, picked her up, and carried her to one of the beds upstairs. She needed a good night’s rest if she wanted to be better prepared for what was to come tomorrow.

  From what I gathered, if I didn’t deal with these two zombies in the garage sooner or later, they’d turn into a serious problem. I grabbed my crossbow, and stealthily headed towards the garage. You could hear their feet dragging across the cold concrete floor, grumbling and moaning away. I slowly turned the doorknob, and looked through the small opening in the door. The only bit of light in the garage was what the moon was giving me.

  That’s when I saw her.
  

  I’ve killed so many walkers for the simple sake of survival just in the past few days, but this time it was different. I had to kill an entire man’s family.

  I looked at the little girl and her mother for the last time. Even though they were long gone, you could sense that the bond they once had still vaguely remained. “May God rest upon your souls….and mine” I said as I killed them.

  
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  Part 1:
  The Lost in Reality: Part 1

  Part 2:
  The Lost in Reality: Part 2

  Part 3:
  The Lost in Reality: Part 3

  Part 4:
  The Lost in Reality: Part 4

  Part 5:
  The Lost in Reality: Part 5

  Part 6:
  The Lost in Reality: Part 6

  Part 7:
  The Lost in Reality: Part 7

  Part 8:
  The Lost: In Reality: Part 8

  Part 9:
  The Lost: In Reality: Part 9

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