Salty liquid of sadness poured down my redden face as the thought hit me even harder. Charlie won't be there to save me anymore. Charlie won't be getting in the truck with us today. He won't be doing anything.
This is where his story ends, and I wish the book would just burn in a fire of disappointment. I wish we could start all over; I wish we could rewrite the script. We could put Charlie back into action.
"Come on!"
When 10K realized how uncooperative I really was, he grabbed me by my waist and shoved me up in the air. I fell back down onto his bony shoulder. I grunted at the pain our connection brought to my stomach.
More grunts left my mouth when my body bounced against his as we fled the scene. Without Charlie. Warren was running by herself, but both of our eyes were locked onto the fallen soldier; on the fallen angel.
Now, he'll be returning to Heaven and we'll be stuck in Hell.
"Put me down!" I shouted, hitting 10K's back as hard as I possibly could when the thought clicked my reflexes.
10K kept silent every time my fist would come down to his back. Somehow, strength was on my side when it shouldn't be. It should be with Charlie. Doc should be helping us drag Charlie back to the truck so we could fix him up.
10K should be standing guard during the whole ordeal. Warren should be laughing with Charlie while he got operated on. I shouldn't be crying against 10K's back, because that's the only thing I could lean on at the moment, as he carries me away from the zombie horde scene.
None of this situation should be fucking happening. None of it. I could still hear the squeal of tires sliding in front of us. Our ride. Charlie won't be a passenger anymore. My body weight was pulling 10K down due to gravity, but he still got onto the back of the truck.
He sat me down in between his legs, wrapping his arms around my waist in case I tried to go for it again. I could see only Charlie. I could only watch as the zombies surrounded his breathless body.
My father. My only father-figure that I have had during the apocalypse. Dead. Gone. Now about to turn into something that he hated the most in life. And what can I truly, really do to help the situation? Watch.
Sit there. Cry silently. The jerking of the truck would have brought my back against 10K's chest more, but something on my shoulder kept me from touching 10K more than I had already. Who's touching me now?
"(Y/N)." My brother's voice finally broke me out of this mindless, pointless trance I had put myself in as a safety net.
I realigned my sight to see Mack in front of me. Tears weren't apparent, but he was worried about me. How could he not be crying in this moment? Emotions orbited his eyes, but it was just him trying to be strong.
How could he not be crying?
"Let me see your hands." Mack sighed.
Not breaking eye contact with him, I brought my hands in between us. They were shaking viciously, even when Mack gripped them to settle their movement down. The shakes were like mini earthquakes spiraling up and down my arms.
The largest earthquake was my body, even as 10K held me still. Nothing could prevent this destructive force my body was becoming. How could I have prevented Jacob's destructive force?
"He's gone." I whispered, finally staring at the only thing I had left of Charles Garnett.
But the stains will soon be washed off.
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Don't Be Scared
Adventure"My heart dropped for a single moment before I remembered who I was and what I've done for the last three years. My name is (Y/N) Thompson, survivor of the zombie apocalypse since the beginning." ° ° • First rule, you can't be scared and don't show...
