Max threw a fit "You made a promise! Now come on get up!" Max screamed and cried pulling at my arm, I turned and snapped at him "No! I'm not going, you will be fine just leave me!" I yelled at Max looking him dead in the eyes, his head lowered with a nod, Casey scowled at me " You promised Kenny! You promised! And now what your just going to sit here and die!" Casey yelled at me, "yes I don't care anymore, just leave me if I'm not at the wall when you guys get there then leave ok" I told Casey, "Ok" she said kneeling and hugging me, I kissed the top of her head gently shutting my eyes tightly as a tear slid down my face "I love you I whispered, I'll see you later" I said to Casey as she broke the hug " I love you to. They walked away from me, leaving me behind but it's what I wanted, what was best.

Chase walked away giving me one last glance then slumping his head back down and walking away behind Casey. I wipped the tears off my face. Minutes later I picked Matt up and started to walk to the closest house, I grabbed the handle turning it slowly as it creaked. I poked my head inside and looked around, blood stains on the floor. I walked into the kitchen with fear, I bit my bottom lip, looking down at a dead man's body on the floor. Blood all around him, a bullet to his chest and the nasty smell of his rotting body that filled the house.

It reeked but theirs a place I needed to stay a night, this being one of the few houses that are unlocked. I set Matt's body on the couch then grabbed the dead man's feet and started to pull him towards the door, sweat dripped down my face as I drug the man across the tile, his body left a bloody trail of murder. I kicked the door open with my foot and drug the man's body til he was out on the dirt. I left his body outside then ran back into the house locking the door behind me. I walked to the living room and picked up Matt, I made my way down a small dark hallway into a little bedroom with a small princess bed, I set Matt down on the bed gently then started to bawl on the floor of the room. The man he had a family once just like everyone else. He had a wife, a little girl and a life. Maybe, maybe it wasn't the R.I.P community that killed him, maybe it was himself, the depression and death all around him. He couldnt take it any longer, maybe he put the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger because it was all just to painful to handle and he couldn't take it any longer, maybe he thought their was nothing else to live for and decided to die. I wiped the tears from my face, maybe I'll stand in his shoes and understand the pain within.