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FEAR WHAt I'LL BECOME AFtER DEAtH

I got used to death before, after my grandmother, my uncle Peter, and a few of my parents' high school friends. I thought I'd be able to get used to it out here too, but I guess things are different when you're the one causing the death and when you have no one to help you get over it. I wish I could do things right. For myself, for the people around me, the people I love. It never works out that way though. I do stupid shit and it has consequences, I know it does but I keep doing it. It's like my body will do anything to survive but my mind wants the exact opposite. This is not a story about love. It is not a story about heartbreak but my life revolves around that. After what I did to him it's all it can revolve around. I deserve death. He deserved to take me with him, but he didn't. Unfortunately I'm still here. ---A spin-off to the After Death series. This story focuses on a new group of survivors, including an apocalypse-orphaned 17 year old boy from Ohio named Valentine Evans, as they struggle to make a life for themselves. Warning: This story contains adult content and is intended only for mature audiences

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Chapter 9 (Teeth and Flesh)

Chapter 9: Teeth and Flesh

Valentine Evans

July 2023

About 14 months after outbreak

Florida, Parking Garage

Season 2

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"Say it again!" Maverick yelled as he threw me into an open doorway. I winced in pain as my back collided with the wall behind me. Maverick slammed the door behind himself, inching closer to me as panic overflowed my mind. His face was contorted with anger, and his eyes were blazing with fury. "He was my friend," he spat, his voice dripping with disappointment and betrayal.

"I wish I hadn't."

"'I wish I hadn't.' That's your fucking excuse for killing my best friend?"

"Maverick, he was going to hurt people-"

"No! You don't get to make those calls, Valentine! You don't just get to kill people because you feel like it! He was like a brother to me, and you just-" I ran up to him; I didn't think about what he wanted to do to me. I held him in my arms as he broke down and cried softly. "Valentine, your arm."

"I'm okay." I smiled as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I gently brushed his tears away, my heart aching for his pain. "Maverick, I understand that you want to kill me; you have every right to. Trying to accept it is too much for me to even handle."

"Val, you're bleeding."

"I got bit, but it's okay. I promise."

"What the fuck do you mean, no, it's not okay."

"I know you want me dead for what I did to him. I want myself dead for what I did to him, so it is okay. Just don't tell the others, not until I'm gone, please?" His face turned sympathetic, and he brought my body closer to his, but before I could move, his hand wrapped around my throat, and his grip tightened until I couldn't feel anything anymore.

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Arwen Swanter

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I had watched Snow die and I held Riley's hand in a dark room as she cried into Abby's chest. I could still see the way the dead attacked him, I couldn't erase the image from my mind. I know he brought it on himself but it didn't make it feel any better.

Maverick and Valentine were missing, and before Aspen, Riley, Abby, Skylar, and I had managed to make it inside the building the garage was attached to, I had watched Maverick drag him by the wrist in the opposite direction. I wondered if they were still alive, and I wondered if I would be able to handle it if Valentine wasn't.