The world wasn't how it was before
Not even close
No more people, no more going shopping or having casual strolls on a hot summer day, no more stopping at your favorite coffee shop in the morning before work or school
No
None of that
The dead wa...
Today was to hot. The sun burned my shoulders every time I stepped out from under the porch. I couldn't lie, it was a pretty evening, closing in on night time, and by night fall, we would all be inside the house.
But still I couldn't bare being inside when there was a perfectly sunny outside, crickets buzzing all around and a gentle breeze in the summer air.
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I sat on the railing looking over the fields when I saw something in the distance. I furrowed my brow in confusion and tried to get a better look, but I had no luck when Maggie stepped out onto her porch and looked at me.
"You doing okay out here?" She asked me as she walked up beside me.
I couldn't respond, I could hear yelling in the distance. As I looked a little closer I could see it was a man, with a child in his arms. My eyes widened slightly "Maggie, look" I said as I patted her arm and pointed.
Maggie narrowed her eyes in the direction I pointed and she looked for a brief moment as the man was coming closer to the fence line "oh my god, DAD!" She yelled as she ran inside real quick.
I stepped off the porch and got a little closer when I saw the man, clearly distraught. He had blood all over his shirt, and the child appeared lifeless "are you okay, are you bit?" I asked him with anxiety in my voice.
"N-no, it's my boy" he said.
"Your son is bit?" I asked again.
Hershel, Patricia, Beth and her boyfriend barged outside onto the deck , looking at the trembling man.
"Was he bit?" Hershel asked.
"Shot, by your man" the man said.
I furrowed my brows again, Otis would never shoot a child.
"Otis?" Patricia asked, knowing her husband wouldn't do such a thing either.
"He said to find Hershel, is that you, please help me, please help my boy" the man said, growing paler by the minute with fear.
I took one look at the child and knew this wasn't good. I looked at Maggie and she looked just as spooked as I was.
"Get him inside" Hershel said hurriedly.
I looked off in the distance once more to see Otis and another man running in our direction, but Otis was struggling to keep up to the much fitter man in a black shirt.
The group rushed inside, and I could hear Hershel barking out orders at everyone. I stood outside a little while, waiting for Otis and the new stranger to get closer. As they approached the house huffing and puffing , the other man walked back outside and onto the steps. He looked at the man who had just come with Otis .
Otis and I shared a grave look as he looked at the two men "He's alive? Is he still alive?" He asked him. You could see the guilt and fear all over his face.
