there. For a moment, Aaron
thought that maybe they couldn't see him for some reason. Then he
noticed some did look at him.
They just didn't want to eat him.
A new low moan caught his attention behind
him. He spun around, and his shoulders slumped as he started to cry
all over again.
The undead didn't leave enough of Frank,
Denise, and Margie to reanimate. That wasn't the case with Joe.
Aaron's father pulled his hand away from Denise. He slowly stood
up, almost losing his balance a few times. His eyes were white
marbles. There was a hole in his mouth where his tongue used to
be.
He looked at his former son, not a single
glimmer of recognition in his eyes. Then he looked at his
surroundings with only one goal. Fresh meat.
The rest of the undead no longer enjoyed the
taste of cold flesh. They wandered off, not caring that Aaron was
right there.
Aaron grabbed Frank's gun from his severed
hand. With tears clouding his vision, he leveled the gun right at
Joe's head.
The first corpse Aaron would ever kill with a
gun was his father.
“I love you, Dad.”
He fired a single time. After his father died
for the second time, Aaron leaned over and vomited.
He looked at the undead around him. He was
not happy he was alive. “Why don't you kill me?”
He waved his hand in their faces and jumped
up and down. Some looked at him, even gave him what might have been
a look of confusion. But they didn't attack him.
As the walking corpses milled about, Aaron
looked again at Frank's gun. He thought about putting the barrel in
his mouth and pulling the trigger.
None of it was fair at all. Frank and Margie
had finally opened up about their relationship. Joe and Denise were
about to do the same. Aaron felt it. He wanted to be with them,
wherever they were. He didn't want to be without his family in the
world of the dead.
But he couldn't do it.
His father wouldn't want Aaron to kill
himself. Joe taught Aaron how to do everything, to take care of
himself. He wanted his son to have a long life.
So that's what Aaron would do.
He left the clothing store, pushing a corpse
to the ground as he did so. “Fuck you all.”
Aaron looked at the streets of Walton one
last time before he left. He half- expected the undead to pounce on
him at any second, right as he started to relax.
That would never happen.
Chapter 5
“Samantha? Hey, Samantha? You in there?”
Samantha woke up on her mattress in the
corner of what used to be a high school English classroom. She
didn't know how much sleep she had, but she knew it couldn't have
been much by how tired she was. She looked at the curtains she put
up, covering the classroom windows. It was the only way she could
block out the light so she could sleep. She saw a silhouette just
outside.
“Yeah. What do you want?”
“It's Larry. Are you decent?”
“No. Give me a second.”
Samantha always slept naked when it was hot.
She slipped on a pair of panties, black shorts, and a tee shirt
with a few holes in the back. A sports bra would have to wait.
She stumbled to the window and shoved the
curtain aside. The sunlight poured in. The people of Lexington High
School went about their lives. Michael Walker moved some barrels of
water collected from last night's rain. Susan Lively tended to the
huge vegetable garden in the old football field. Paul Sorenson
chased a chicken, with a few of the kids laughing at him. The
chicken coops were on the other side of the high school, which
meant Paul must have been having a lousy morning. If she weren't so
tired and grumpy, Samantha might have laughed.
Of course, many of the
people at Lexington would say Samantha was always grumpy. She wasn't the most
popular person. Most people helped out because they wanted to.
Richardson, the man responsible for turning Lexington High School
into a shelter, led by example. He was always working to make the
place better, and most everyone followed his lead. Samantha had
only found Lexington a few years ago, and she worked out
thought that maybe they couldn't see him for some reason. Then he
noticed some did look at him.
They just didn't want to eat him.
A new low moan caught his attention behind
him. He spun around, and his shoulders slumped as he started to cry
all over again.
The undead didn't leave enough of Frank,
Denise, and Margie to reanimate. That wasn't the case with Joe.
Aaron's father pulled his hand away from Denise. He slowly stood
up, almost losing his balance a few times. His eyes were white
marbles. There was a hole in his mouth where his tongue used to
be.
He looked at his former son, not a single
glimmer of recognition in his eyes. Then he looked at his
surroundings with only one goal. Fresh meat.
The rest of the undead no longer enjoyed the
taste of cold flesh. They wandered off, not caring that Aaron was
right there.
Aaron grabbed Frank's gun from his severed
hand. With tears clouding his vision, he leveled the gun right at
Joe's head.
The first corpse Aaron would ever kill with a
gun was his father.
“I love you, Dad.”
He fired a single time. After his father died
for the second time, Aaron leaned over and vomited.
He looked at the undead around him. He was
not happy he was alive. “Why don't you kill me?”
He waved his hand in their faces and jumped
up and down. Some looked at him, even gave him what might have been
a look of confusion. But they didn't attack him.
As the walking corpses milled about, Aaron
looked again at Frank's gun. He thought about putting the barrel in
his mouth and pulling the trigger.
None of it was fair at all. Frank and Margie
had finally opened up about their relationship. Joe and Denise were
about to do the same. Aaron felt it. He wanted to be with them,
wherever they were. He didn't want to be without his family in the
world of the dead.
But he couldn't do it.
His father wouldn't want Aaron to kill
himself. Joe taught Aaron how to do everything, to take care of
himself. He wanted his son to have a long life.
So that's what Aaron would do.
He left the clothing store, pushing a corpse
to the ground as he did so. “Fuck you all.”
Aaron looked at the streets of Walton one
last time before he left. He half- expected the undead to pounce on
him at any second, right as he started to relax.
That would never happen.
Chapter 5
“Samantha? Hey, Samantha? You in there?”
Samantha woke up on her mattress in the
corner of what used to be a high school English classroom. She
didn't know how much sleep she had, but she knew it couldn't have
been much by how tired she was. She looked at the curtains she put
up, covering the classroom windows. It was the only way she could
block out the light so she could sleep. She saw a silhouette just
outside.
“Yeah. What do you want?”
“It's Larry. Are you decent?”
“No. Give me a second.”
Samantha always slept naked when it was hot.
She slipped on a pair of panties, black shorts, and a tee shirt
with a few holes in the back. A sports bra would have to wait.
She stumbled to the window and shoved the
curtain aside. The sunlight poured in. The people of Lexington High
School went about their lives. Michael Walker moved some barrels of
water collected from last night's rain. Susan Lively tended to the
huge vegetable garden in the old football field. Paul Sorenson
chased a chicken, with a few of the kids laughing at him. The
chicken coops were on the other side of the high school, which
meant Paul must have been having a lousy morning. If she weren't so
tired and grumpy, Samantha might have laughed.
Of course, many of the
people at Lexington would say Samantha was always grumpy. She wasn't the most
popular person. Most people helped out because they wanted to.
Richardson, the man responsible for turning Lexington High School
into a shelter, led by example. He was always working to make the
place better, and most everyone followed his lead. Samantha had
only found Lexington a few years ago, and she worked out
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