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My arm is numb. My neck is aching, and it felt like the devil himself was sitting on my chest. The daughter of mine helped me to sit down and rest. I can see how worried she is of me. I am proud of her, she is tough, I don’t know if she could say the same about me.
As I look towards the kid that was covered in shit, I saw how he was still shaking, not saying a thing. His father protected him…From me, just like any father should protect their kin. I might have made a mistake. I thought I was doing the right thing. I was just looking after Lilly. He could have been bitten; I cannot be blamed for this.
If only that bitch with an itchy trigger finger wouldn’t get us all killed. Lilly should be in charge, but somehow this redneck piece of shit takes the wheel the minute he comes in here. It feels like we are surrounded by morons.
Everett, the killer, comes to talk to Lilly. She must do the talking for now, I am too weak, she must stay strong. I made her strong, I did well raising her. These people have no idea who they are dealing with.
He talks to Lilly about getting me the nitro-glycerine pills. That’s the least he can do after bringing his group here and putting us all to jeopardy. If he thinks this somehow puts him on my better side, he is very wrong.
Everett moves around like a dumbass and talks to everyone without no worry at all. I have no idea why he keeps going outside all the time either. Yeah, he sure is taking his time to get me those pills. Fucker probably thinks it’s better that I am dead.
Lee gave food to the girl he is looking after. You can tell they are total strangers to each other. If only she would know who he really is. They seem to get along, joking and talking, it seems natural. It has been ages since Lilly and me had a good talk. Did we ever have a conversation like that? I can’t remember. It might have been cold, but without me raising Lilly like I did, she would be a wimp like the rest of them.
Was I too strict and a hard ass? Probably, but I was raised like that, and I became what I am because of it. The times were different, teaching of discipline and order through hard examples were more important than the showing of love. Respect towards your parents and especially to your father is stronger than love and Lilly obviously knows I love her, even if I haven’t shown it.
Seeing these people taking care of their kids, might make me feel like I was wrong, but those times have long gone and its worthless to apologize now, its history. What the hell am I even rambling about to myself? This situation is making me think like a damn sissy.
Lee brought us some food, after he was too busy walking all over the place, like he had a thumb up his ass. I would appreciate it, if it wouldn’t be another plot to just make me feel better about him.
That dumb bitch got the radio working and it didn’t bring any good news. This might take a long while until this is over. I need to survive this, for my daughter’s sake, she needs me.
I don’t know at which point that Asian guy went out to do whatever, but now Lee and Carley are leaving as well to find him. Nobody seems to give a shit about me dying. Lee probably wants to leave the weak behind and take the rest to protect the girl. He would actually do that to protect her? Funny, that’s what I would do.
The father frowns at me at times. I bet he takes great joy seeing me like this, the fucker is lucky that my pump won’t work as it used to.
It’s really hard to focus, I slip in and out of consciousness, it’s not looking good, this might be it, I’m done for. Lilly at times wipes the sweat of my head. The fact that I’m at the mercy of others is almost worse than the actual agony I am in. All the shit I have gone through, Vietnam and all, yet its ultimately my own temper and the heart that puts me to my grave.
Some time will pass, and they finally come back. The Asian boy was found. Apparently, they got some gas and a good place to go. Clementine runs to Lee and hugs him, like they have known for ages, you would almost think that they are a father and his daughter.
After Lee was done lollygagging outside again, they found the keys and went to get the meds. It didn’t get long for the alarm to trigger, which obviously means Lee has somehow fucked up. Lilly brings me the medicine. They saw the effort to help me. I am actually surprised. Slowly but surely, I’m starting to feel better.
Every walker in Macon probably heard us and they are already trying to get in. Everyone is keeping the door closed and keeping them from coming through the windows. Lee asks Clementine to find something to put between the door handles. It doesn’t take long for Clementine to find the cane for the door. I knew these kinds of people at my time, that girl can work under pressure. I would be proud of her if she would be one of mine.
Everyone starts to fallback and head towards the back door as the walkers are coming through. Lee stays to keep the door closed, giving people more time to escape. I admit, I do respect that.
We all go through the door and Lee is starting to fallback from the front as well. Lee gets tripped by one of the walkers and falls on the ground near the back door. The walker is coming towards Lee already, who is struggling. I think for a moment if I should leave that killer to die. Clementine behind me in tears is yelling at Lee and then looks at me.
I have to save him; I don’t even fucking know what has gotten into me. I ran at Lee, took the screwdriver that was poking on the walkers back and stick it through the walkers’ eye. I stood up and offered my hand to Lee, which he accepted.
We are even now.