POV: Sean

My head pounded. I could feel the blood dripping down my face. I lobbed my head to the side. I hit a soft squishy surface. I flinched back. I groaned, as my head squished against the soft thing again.

"Holy shit. Ben, we gotta stop." My eyes focused back into reality. I was over the shoulder of someone that was hobbling. The first thing I saw was a butt. I moved my head back up, as I was too close to it. They stopped moving, and someone behind me, grabbed my legs to set me on my feet.

As they let me go, my knees buckled forward, and I fell onto my back.

"Oh shit, oh shit oh shit," The woman's voice was worried, but soft. I hit the ground hard, and my head bounced back. I groaned, as I raised my hands up to my head. My hands were trembling, and bound with elastic wrap.

"Jack, Jack are you okay?" A voice I so clearly recognize called to me. I looked back up, and saw a mop of light brown hair, and emerald eyes. As I was focusing on him, my eyes kept blurring in and out of reality.

"Jack. It's Dream and Ben. You're going to be okay," Dream said, grabbing my hand. I could feel her, but, it's like my mind couldn't comprehend that she was actually there. Like I was looking through the eyes of someone else. I moaned out a response, I raised my hands to touch my face, but I couldn't feel it anymore.

"Shit, Dream, I gotta start carrying Jack. We need to get him back to base quicker. I'm sorry. I know you can 'walk' again, but we need to get him there faster. Okay?"

"Okay, I understand. Let's go," Dream looked to me, and grabbed me under the armpits, and hoisted me up onto Ben's shoulders. He adjusted me, so I was being carried bridal style, and they started off on a faster pace. The vibrations of Ben running quickly set my mind back to black.

POV: Dream

"Ben, it's getting dark. We need to stop." I said, seeing Ben's tired eyes sagging over Sean's weight.

"We're almost there. Ben groaned. I could see his knees shaking. I remember Sean saying something about how Ben was in hockey when he was in school, but I guarantee that no practices involved carrying a 140 pound, full grown man over your shoulders for four miles, walking through rubble, and horrible rancid begotten land.

I looked back ahead of us, and I realized we were walking into a thunderstorm of walkers. There was a lot of commotion going on. Ben and I looked to each other, and knew what was going down.

Ben walked over to a near-by secluded tree, and gently leaned Sean against it. Once he knew he was okay, he and I ran to the base.

The walls had all caved in. Splinters of wall, metal, and other supplies were thrown around all over the ground. Something burst through here. Ben and I hobbled in, and saw that there were hundreds of walkers. The camp I had become so affiliated with, had turned into a war zone. There was screams, but none of them were human. I groaned, knowing that there was a personal hell screaming outside, but none of them were human. Ben and I were just faces in the crowd, nothing to look at.

Feet of all shapes and sizes were lying on the ground. That was about all that remained of them too. The limp bodies of our friends are lying on the ground; skin and flesh being torn from their bodies, and shoved into the mouths, and empty stomachs of the dead. Yuki, Darla, Ruth, lying dead. Carlos had become one of them.

Although, we already knew that was going to happen.

I looked over to Ben, his hands were wrapped around his torso, and his head buried in a bush, throwing up what little he ate before he left. Seeing him so distressed hurt my head. I groaned as Ben wiped his mouth on the back of his varsity jacket, and grew more pale by the second. 

"Ben, Ben come on, we have to get out of here," My speech was slurred, yet I was completely sober. 

"No, No I can't go on anymore. This, is too much Dream. These people are my family. I know you can't under- oh my God," He couldn't get out a full sentence before he had to void his lunch again. 

"Ben, this is what they want. They need you to keep going,"

"I-I can't! They've been all Ive had!" Tears cascaded down his flaming red cheeks, and soaked into his soft varsity jacket. 

"I know. I know Ben. But we can't let this be our last memory of them. Come on Ben, we have to help Sean, he's hurt,"

"No! NO! NO NO NO NO NO! I CAN'T LEAVE THEM! I CAN'T I CANT! LET GO OF ME!" Ben's screams flourished into rage filled rants. Walkers were turning from their prey, and heard new ones. I clasped my hands over his mouth. He screamed some more, but then gave in, and held my hands in front of him. He was broken. 

"Ben, they love you. They want you to get safe. Come on buddy, remember that little carnival, train box? We'll go there for the night. We'll stay there until Sean wakes up, and tells us what to do. Come on Buddy, they're free. They're out of this God-forsaken land. Carlos is with Ruth, Darla is with her sons, and Yuki is with her wife. They're all reunited in heaven, we gotta keep going buddy," I tried everything I could to try and persuade him to get up.

His legs were trembling, but he helped me get him up. We straddled Sean, and noticed he was starting to wake up. We picked him up, one arm over, the other over.

With Ben stopping a while to throw up, and Sean to pass out for a few seconds due to his concussions, we still managed to get there before it turned dark.

We got so lucky. Scavenging through the drawers of the circus train car, I found three cans of corn. I sighed as Ben had a fire already. I opened a can, and placed it over the roaring fire. As we waited for the food to cook, and treated Sean's concussion, we new what had to be done.

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