The fear of walkers I had developed over time suddenly cleared from my mind and I stopped trying to kick Shane off. If I was going to die in this world by walkers, wouldn’t choosing the walker be at least a bit beneficial? When Shane had come back from the high school mission, he had changed dramatically. Ever since all I wanted was to do was make him happy again. So why couldn’t I give him one thing he wanted? Me.
Rick must’ve been too preoccupied with his son to worry about some chick who had just lost her love and was now about to pay for it. But I didn’t mind. I had made my decision.
Walker Shane took a hold of my ankle and with one surge, tore a chunk of my leg off with his teeth. I screamed in agony but couldn’t have been any happier; I was going with him. That is until a gunshot rang through my ears and Shane fell over again, dead for certain this time.
But wait… Shane had been killed by Rick (who was now by his side checking if he was really dead). As far as I knew he had never been bitten. So how did he turn?
“Oh no, did he bite you?” Rick snapped me out of my thoughts and I nodded, a smile creeping to my lips.
“No! No, no, no!!! I can’t be responsible, not again!” he hit the ground in anger, but when he looked up again he froze in fear.
The sounds of moaning filled the night. I could tell there were a lot of them and they were heading this way.
“Dad… dad, we gotta go!” Carl ran up to us and pulled Rick by the sleeve.
“I… I can’t leave you here to the walkers.” Rick looked down at me, but I shook my head and smiled again.
“Don’t worry about me Rick,” my chest was burning up. I coughed, but it didn’t help, “Take care of your son. Take care of our people. If Shane’s dead, I might as well be too. I love him. Always have.” I coughed again, but nothing seemed to get rid of the pain.
Rick went to pull out his gun, but I raised my hand to stop him.
“Just go.” I whispered and rolled over back to Shane.
I lay my hand onto his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I heard the moaning become louder and saw Rick and Carl running down the hill back to the farm.
I closed my eyes and squeezed them tight. The bite on my leg was on fire and so was the rest of my body. I hugged Shane closer to me as the moaning and now accompanied smell drew nearer. That’s when I realized…
Were they going to Eat Me Alive? or
Would Shane's Smell Save Me?
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