Let Someone Else Find Him

I slowly shook my head, “I’m sorry, but he’s not my problem.” I shrugged and leaned back into my chair.

“You serious?” Maggie said in disgust.

I nodded, “Dead serious.”

“Fine, then I’ll go. Someone needs to get that boy.” Maggie stood up from the couch and straightened out her shirt. Lori handed her the small gun and she took it.

“I’ll be back with him, alright?”

Lori nodded and sat down next to Carol, crying in her arms. I glared at them from my seat. I wanted to shout out, why don’t you pay attention to him? But kept my mouth shut.

I heard the steps creak as Maggie climbed them and opened the door. The moaning and gunshots got louder for a second then died back down as the door shut behind her. We all waited in a cold sweat. I didn’t want either of them to die; I just wanted Carl to be taught a lesson.

I wished I had a watch or a working clock to check the time because time seemed to go by so slow. We were waiting in that room for what felt like hours, our ears piqued on listening to any odd, out-of-place sound upstairs. It was hard since everything was muffled, but I thought I had heard a little boy’s voice near the corner of the ceiling.

I stood up and followed it until their voices, accompanied by groans from the undead, were clear as day. I looked up and saw a vent grill.

“C’mon now, we have to go back.” Maggie’s southern accent was clear.

Muuuurrraahhhhrrrmmm…grrraaaurrrrr…

“I can’t! I want to help!” Carl whined.

Raaaaarchhhraaaaarmmm…mmmmoorrruuunnnmm…

“Carl, we can’t argue, please just come back! PLEASE!”

POW! BAM! Two gunshots rang throughout the basement and drew everyone else’s attention. They all crowded around me and listened.

“C’mon Carl! GO!!! GO, GO, GO!!!!” Maggie’s voice went faint and we heard footsteps running across our ceiling.

We followed them around the room until they got closer to the stairs. Lori bounded up them, followed closely by Carol, and then myself.

The door flew open and Carl was practically pushed down the stairs. Maggie ran in after and went to close the door when… “AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

She screamed as a walker got a clump of her hair through a crack in the door and pulled her back. The gun she was holding flew out of her hand as she put her arms up to try to detach the walker from herself.

The gun clattered down the steps and landed on the ground.

“Help! Someone help me!” she cried.

I turned around and saw Lori going down the stairs with Carl. She noticed the gun as she passed by and picked it up. That’s when I realized, was it best to…

Let Lori Shoot It

Shoot It Myself