I couldn't take my eyes off of the dying man, but if we were to stay undetected by those monsters we had to keep moving. I looked behind me for the last time and stared into the eyes of the man being torn apart. I could see every bit of pain he was going through, and all of the helplessness he was feeling. My lips formed the words "I'm sorry" as I turned my back on him.
We continued to wander aimlessly through the alleyways, trying to find any hint of a safe location. As the daylight was soon fading, the man that kept quiet most of the travel turned to me in a cautioned tone and said "if we don't find a place to stay in soon, we're going to soon find ourselves a meal. This ain't a big city, but it sure as hell isn't safe. Once we settle somewhere, we'll re-group in the morning and find a way into the country."
For some reason, every time he spoke I felt at ease. I didn't know this man, but I trusted him. Maybe it was because he took me in. I was nothing more than a clueless girl that any other person would have marked as a deathwish.
We found ourselves in a middle class neighborhood. "There might be some walkers in these homes, keep your guard up. I can't save your as* and mine." he stated authoratively. I nodded, and stuck close to him. As we approached one of these lonely looking houses, we saw two "walkers" stumbling our way.
"Watch and learn" mystery man said with a hint of conceit and sarcasm.
It only took two seconds for him to put an arrow through both of their skulls.
He did this like it was nothing, a task that he was used to. He ordered me to pull the arrows out of their skulls. Said it would be good practice. It was something for me to get used to in this morbid world.
It was a gruesome feeling. I could feel the blades scrape across the skull. I felt sick.
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