Snippet #2392750

[What would Fiona have done in this situation...?] His thoughts flew around his mind. All these incidents had he thinking that was it worth it to live on. If everything were to just shatter every time he can knows he can firmly grasp it, why don't he just forget everything and just leave? Wouldn't that not make him hurt as much as it would when you lose something precious just when you think you can finally take it with you? He don't know. All these is just too painful. His wife and son's death were already a heavy crush on his heart. Anymore and his old heart might just pass up.

Now what are they doing? Slowly running their way towards a safe haven when all they did is just abandon and take advantage of the dead; using them as bait to temporary distract the walkers. That is no different then what the government did to the people when the people themselves are in a worse situation than they are. What did they do? They just left them to die! How is this anymore different than that?! While he is an old man, because of his healthy condition and probably because he trained a lot in the past, he is able to hold up a sniper rifle and fire it a point-blank range with impact to himself unlike the others, who are clearly normal citizens who have next to no firearm nor hand-to-hand combat training.

Although that wasn't the time to think about those. The mother, who couldn't bear to leave her child and was forced to, was suddenly attacked by one of the walkers. Obviously, she tried next to no effort to struggle against the undead. Probably because she thinks that living in this world has no meaning anymore and she should just get over with his life. Jeff couldn't bear the sight. Someone like her definitely needs time to get used to it. But no, this world just doesn't want her to. Like the rest of the world. Jeff immediately rushed towards the helpless mother and kick the walker. It noticed his kick and turned, but it wasn't given the time to even stare at him.

Jeff swung his machete just when the walker turned to face him. The machete easily slit off the half of the head cleanly, and blood spurted all over the towering old man's face and the shaken young mother on the floor. Jeff looked the mother's shoulders and an obvious chewed off shoulder stared at his face. Jeff knew what was going to happen to her. Her eyes clearly pleaded for help, and so he fulfilled her wish. As if he turned to a cold man, he stabbed the mother's chest, possibly at the heart. Her death went off without a hitch or any sign of delayed death. One second was all it took. That was all it took to end her life. Jeff re-joined the group, where almost every member were shocked by this incident. Jeff paid no heed and continued walking. Now, he couldn't think anything but to lead his daughter to safety. Beth was definitely worried, but he only wanted to bring her to safety. There was nothing on his mind but that. Nothing but that.

"Let's go." That was the only word he had to say to Alex, who was in front of the group.