Alexander Pov
       Holy shit.
He said yes.
Now what do I do?
There's not many places you can take someone out on a date nowadays.
What will I tell Aaron? Maybe they'll let Aaron stay with us.
I hope.
Aaron is sometimes hard to talk to considering he rarely speaks his mind. It's like talking to a person who's chaotic neutral....oh wait.

"You alright there Alex?" John asked.

I shook out of my trance. "Yup. I Erm...need to talk to someone." I told him.

His smile faded. "Who?" He asked.

"A guy named Aaron Burr. He's a pretty...um...weird dude so I should get that out of the way. Could he stay with us?" I asked.

"No! No fucking way! Do not bring anyone over here. No. Nein. Non. Do not bring anyone." Angelica growled grabbing my collar.

I smirked. "Id give you a nasty look but you've already got one." I told her.

She gasped and in all sincerity said, "You have changed!" With a big smile on her face.

"...sure." I muttered. "I need to at least talk to him though." I told her, smiling.

"No, you have to learn how to be cruel." She told me.

"Oh trust me I know I can be cruel." I mumbled.

"No you can't. You could've kept walking. You didn't."

"Yeah I also spit on your floor and started smoking asshole." I snapped.

She raised an eyebrow. "Nevermind." She said, walking back to her sisters.

"Holy Jesus she's killing me." I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Bro. Same." John said, grabbing my shoulder . I snickered.

I heard a scream. Martha was running away from about twenty walkers.
Come on.
Can't I go one day with out having to kill a brain dead man eater?

I sighed. "Go run." I muttered.

I ran up to the first one and kicked it down, stabbing its head. I repeated this a few times when I heard a blood curtailing scream. I turned around and saw Martha.
Fuck.
No.
Oh my god.

I was frozen. Then my instincts decided to show up. I sprinted full speed. Everything seemed to slow down.
The walker grabbing Martha's arm.
I ran faster.
It started to bring its head to her arm.
I ran faster.
I kicked it off of her.
She fell to the ground sobbing.

"Martha are you okay?!" I exclaimed, going to the ground with her.

Then I let out a scream that I wasn't even conscious of.

"ALEX!" Martha screeched.

She grabbed my knife and stabbed the walker, blood splattering over her face.

I lied on the floor motionless.

I was bit.
I was fucking bit.
Why am I not freaking out?
Why is my life not flashing before my eyes?
Why aren't my eyes glassing over?

"WE HAVE TO CUT OFF HIS ARM!" Washington screamed.

"NO! DONT!" I shouted.

"Alex! It's the only way you'll survive! Laf come here! Get whatever that numbing shit is!" Washington shouted.

That's when it hit.
The noises went muffled.

I felt a knife pressed up against the arm and my neck injected with medicine. I screamed out in pain as they started to cut off my arm. Then the medicine kicked in and I was screaming from pure terror. I saw John sobbing.

"It's okay! We are done Son. You're going to be alright." Washington said, wrapping my arm in bandage.

"I-I...think I'm going to pass out." I muttered, a faint smile on my face.

I coughed up blood and glanced at my arm. I saw my whole side covered in my own blood and my arm gone.
Holy fuck.
I only have one fucking arm.

"Oh my god." I said. "Oh my god! THIS IS REAL! THIS IS ACTUALLY FUCKING HAPPENING!" I screamed.

For the first time it actually fucking hit me. This isn't some nightmare. I'm not going to suddenly wake up and be in the comfort of my house. I'm not going to wake up in a cold sweat and have my brother there to comfort me.

"OH MY GOD! SIR," I turned my head to Washington. "SHOOT ME! SHOOT ME!"

"Son I'm not going to-"

"I WANT TO FUCKING DIE JUST DO IT ALREADY PLEASE! I CRAVE DEATH! LET ME SEE MY FAMILY! PLEASE!" I shouted.

"Kiddo, it's going to be okay." Angie said beside me.

I started hysterically laughing. "O-oh my god please shoot me." I said between fits of laughter.

My laugh soon turned into sobbing. "Do it. Do it please. Wait. Give me the gun lemme do it myself. Is suicide a sin? Who gives a fuck just hand me the gun." I ordered.

"Son, shh...just try to sleep."

"N-no sir please." I begged.

"You're a hero Alex. I never believed in heroes before I met you." Angie said softly.

I changed my view to her. "W-wha?" I choked.

"You saved Martha. She'd be in your position and since she's only ten, she's definitely wouldn't have pulled through."
I was silent for a moment before saying,
"Kill me."