Cursed are those who feel an ocean but are only able to express a drop.
-by Anonymous 

For some time, zombies weren't a threat at the moment, realising this, Dylan charged to his house. Dropping whatever he held to the ground.
"Sarah!."
I was hot on his tail. The woman may not be my biological mother. But the moment I was all hurt not knowing what I had missed, what happened to me, where to go, only survival at its peak, this old couple accepted me, giving me food to fill my belly, gain a few pounds with additional muscles. 
They treat me better, making me feel like I fit here, I was born to be here, I was born to be in their house with Blythe who is single to his bone comes every day to visit us just to mess with me. And get his head hit by Sarah's fist by the end of the day.
Now I realize, they are my parents I don't know if I had one. They are the reason I am still alive. Even if I got called a monkey boy by Dylan every night before I went to sleep. Their warm big long hug before I got to hunting with Blythe. Sarah's savory food, Dylan's teaching things when I got free time. 
They are everything my life has been since that only day I remember. Barely knew I lost my memory, only an idea of surviving lurking in my head after my eyes the first time saw those undead. 
Sarah would make me feel better on these unknown scars, she would make me laugh, Dylan would make me laugh unstoppable, and now I realize I have Dylan's thunder laugh, I have been with them a lot, if anything I want them to be alive and well.
Knowing Sarah was in the house for all two days, waiting to be safe. It's hurt me to the core, wishing I was not in the group, I wish I let Dylan go and stay behind with Sarah. 
Please be safe Sarah. 
Please be safe Mom.
Dylan knocked down the door, don't care if Sarah would nag me for bringing mess into her house, she is more important than the floor. I am sure she doesn't care at the moment about the dirty shoes.
Climbing the stairs, I halted at the last piece of stairs. My heart took an instant stop. My mind's circuit went to a short circuit, instantly disregarding all the obvious answers. 
Dylan was on her side, all pouring tears and screaming while I was still trying to intercept this situation into my head. 
"Sarah!. Please wake up!."
His call getting hollow, slower each time. His body jerks with more tears. A warm drop flows on my cheeks. I wish this hadn't happened, I wish this all never happened.
"M-mom?."
I tried, my mouth bitter, my lips trying to get used to the call.  My throat filled with bile, each was hard and big for me to swallow. My chest burning, instead of fire, it's burning from all the tugging to below.  My stomach dropped making my whole body weak, I couldn't hold my own weight. I dropped to my knees, the pain I had from the fall couldn't even be felt, it was numb yet I felt everything, every inch of my body was hurting, my chest had it the most. 
"Heard that Sarah. He finally called you mom!. You want him to accept you as his mother, right?. Please wake up!. Cry as much as you want, our Walter finally called you mom!. Please!. Please, Sarah..."
I crawled closer, my hands begging me to give up my weight. Lay next to Sarah. I pulled her hand. The hand who always loved to feed and ruffle my head. The hand who loves to give me the biggest hug possible. I want to cry, just as hard as I can, even a tiny sob like how I did when Dylan told me his truth, his history. Even a little to soothe the pain in my chest, to let out all the bile in my throat. 
She was cold, her warmth was gone. Her face was pale with blueish. Her lips were purple, a chunk of missing flesh on her shoulders, on her neck, and blood sipping on the shredded clothes, she was laid in the town pool of dried blood.
Another tear dropped flow with a realization that Sarah won't come back. She was badly injured, she had lost a lot of blood. The logical thinking trying to get the best of me, however, I cried my heart out, trying to deny all the logic, trying to deny all the situation, yet I was praying crazily to have her back. 
I grabbed her body to my chest. Trying to deny this reality.
"Please, Sarah, please. Please don't leave your son!. Please. Please wake up. Please. Tell me I come home late, please tell me I'll get grounded. Please blame it all on Dad, so we can get grounded together, please. Mom!. Please!. Please..."
I hug her tighter, a clung of metal drop from her clutch. As if she is gone, is that why she left the safety and went home to get that piece of metal?
"Mom!. Please, don't leave me!."
Dylan suddenly groaned painfully on my side, he has been really quiet. I  started to be concerned about his condition.
"Dad?."
I tried it on my lips. His head snapped to me. 
For a third time today, my heart sank to the deepest valley.
On his neck, the veins were burning red just like Mike's was. The veins slowly spread to his chin.
"No. Dylan, no!."
As if resembles what Mike has become, I tried to deny it once again. His eyes watered again before he groaned louder. An inhuman groan left his throat. 
"No..."
He whispered. 
He grabbed the metal which Sarah had dropped. He quickly stood, almost hitting his head on the floor. He crawled to the wall, holding them to support him up. Wobbly, he went for one of the drawers, he grabbed the door to the small room under the middle space in front of my room. Mine and Walter, my brother.
He vanished under it, as I clutched Sarah closer. I don't want to lose this feeling, how I felt hugging her before my hunting while I patiently waited for Dylan. Trying to think better of his red wound. 
He reappeared again. His hands were full of 2 bags, one of them was a duffel bag and one, I instantly recognized as a military rucksack. He came to me and grabbed my arm harshly.
"No!. No!. I am not going to leave Mom here!. Dad, No!."
I was screaming, kicking, trying to dig my heel on the ground, as I refused, he dragged me to the floor. Sarah was gone from my arm, I tried to rip his hands off from me, but, his unknown strength, maybe the strength he never showed me, dragged me until we were inside my room. He shut the door, quickly.
Handing me both a duffel and a rucksack. He slipped something in my palm.
"Walter. You know both me and Sarah love you, right?."
I nodded, tears slipping from my eyes. 
"I know Sarah wants you to have this necklace. The day you came into our life, is the biggest miracle we have, we even think you are sent by Walter your brother. That day, you have this in your pocket with a metal box, it was severely broken, I still keep it though. It's in your duffel. Remember, even if your memory comes back to you, don't ever forget us, promise me, Walter."
I shook my head. What the fuck was that mean?.
"You're coming with me. Sarah will not be pleased to see me leave you behind. Wherever you go, I'll follow, Dad."
He smiled softly. 
The red veins spread further, now almost covering all his cheeks. My panic starts to vibrate within my soul.
"Listen, Walter. Find your life. Don't mess with death, don't put yourself in danger. I am glad you finally called me dad, I'll brag to Sarah that I heard you called her mom and me, dad. I'll brag that she will punish me again, grounded me as long as it takes. But, that woman, Sherry Amelia, is waiting for you. Find her, and be happy, my son. I'll make sure I will brag to Walter, your brother, that he couldn't meet his amazing brother."
He chuckled as he patted my chest. 
"Go."
He ushered me to the window. 
"No."
I firmly answered. I grabbed his hand, tightly. Refused to let go. I know my eyes watered just as much as his. 
Ripping my hands, he grabbed my bags and shoved them out of the window.
"Go, Walter!. Don't be a disobedient son!.  You have to do what I told you!."
He yelled. 
His harsh voice makes me falter. 
"No, Dad. Please don't chase me out. Please..."
I begged again and again.
"This, I don't know what happened back then. But suddenly something pricked me. You have to live Walter. Find what is this, and find the cure, if you can't, then survive, son. Survived."
He showed me a syringe, the needle still poking dangerously at the end. Inside, there's a neon green substance, thick, and looking dangerous. Dylan looked around, finding a small vile, my brother kept there, and I let it stay where he put them. He inserted the liquid into it and forced it into my pocket. 
"Dad, please. Come with me. We will find a safe place somewhere, even the redwood outpost you and Mom have talked about. Please, anywhere safe."
I tried to convince him again.
"Can't you see, Walter!. I am infected!."
He grabbed the chain and hung it around my neck. Suddenly, when I was not on my guard, He harshly shoved me as strongly as he could to the window. Still, I grabbed his arm and refused to get thrown out. 
An inhumane groan slipped through his throat again as the veins went closer and closer to his eyes.
No. 
My heart is begging to stop, and my mind trying to make me do everything to keep him from throwing me out. My foot slowly lost its touch with the floor. A banging was heard out the door. A slow and dragging bang on the door with numerous growls.
Dylan's tears dropped to my hands. I shook my head, unable to speak out of the tears. 
My butt slipped, and I was hanging out of the window, it was not far from the ground, I know if I fall I wouldn't die, nor I will get hurt. But, I can't make it with the thought I lost my parents today, not Dylan too. 
My hands were screaming in pain as I was still grabbing his arm. He tried as much as I did, but one of my hands could not survive his assault so I grabbed the wooden window pane. 
"Walter!. Don't be stupid!."
He yelled in his fatherly stern voice. While his tears were still pouring into my hands. 
Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my waist trying to pull me down. Looking to whom it was, Blythe firmly shook his head to me.
"No!. No!. No!. I will not leave my parents. Let me go, bastard!."
I tried to kick him in the nuts. 
"Thank you, Blythe, take care of him, please."
Dylan's plea shattered my heart shattered even more. My hands betrayed me at the moment. I can't feel anything but Dylan's trying to pull my hand where it was still burning on my skin.
"No!. No!."
I screamed, I screamed again, trying to rip myself from Blythe's grip. He, who was two of the size of me seized me farther and farther from my dad. 
Dylan lights up some paper into a small fire before shoving something to his head, to my horror it was a gun. I tried to kick Blythe harder, screaming my lungs out, calling for my dad, my savior, my life. One of his eyes lets out a blood tear as it's entirely covered with red. 
I can hear the door breaking to the ground, many hands grabbed him before he pulled the trigger. 
"No!. Dad!. Dad!. You, stupid bastard, let me go! Dad!. Dad!. No!."
Blythe called his name under his breath. His grip loosened on my waist. I spring further to reach my dad. The fire blooms bigger until there's nothing to touch on the window. It's licking the entire window pane. 
Panicking surges my blood. I had to sprint to the front door. A grip on my clothes makes my body fall to the blood-stained ground.
"Don't be stupid!  He wants you to live, they want you to live Walter. Then live!. That's the order, a son can't refuse their last wishes!."
Blythe dragged me on the floor. He picked up my two bags as I screamed to be let go, my eyes pinned on the now burning house. 
"Dad... Mom... No..."
I tried to give a last call as my determination started to fade with reality submitted to my brain.
I heard the gasp before I knew, I was shoved into a truck. And the door closed, separating me from my parents. The screeching tires vibrated under us. And the second or maybe more starting to follow our behind, the gunshots filled the air with screeching and growling accompanied.
Something inside me died. Something just lights off inside me as I stare at the white floor. 
A hand grabbed me from behind and softly pulled me closer. With all that has happened, my will, and my strength were gone. I let that person pull me into a hug and I stay numb there. A couple more hugs engulf me. 
The only thing in my head was Dylan's and Sarah's last condition. I wish I didn't go that day, I wish I could save them all, I wish I could prevent this from happening. I wish I could...
I wish this is all a dream.
I hope Sarah and Dylan will be back.
I wish...
I wish...