Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Aug 17, 2017 11:27:19 GMT -5
Buster was out of it. He was staring at the ceiling lost in a spiral of guilt and a wave of fever. He was sweating and his mouth hung open. He stared blankly at the ceiling completely and blissfully unaware of what was happening around him anymore. Buster had given up. He was content to just let this sickness kill him. He didn't even feel the little girl shake him. His head jostled around slightly as he stared off at the ceiling. Her tiny cries for help went unnoticed. When she kicked him in the ribs he wince. Her tiny feet hurt worse that you'd think especially in his weakened state.
Buster rolled over at the sound of the gunshots.....Megan. He thought. The dim lights in his eyes had adjusted, but none of it seeped into his brain. He could see shit in front of him, it just wasn't registering. It was just filtered through his brown eyes and completely lost on him. HE watched the horror in her face as she shrieked at the sight of the walker in the door way and suddenly that shriek snapped him out of it. Buster snapped out of whatever shit had him so distant.
Looking around he saw the walker. It was the Asian guy. He didn't last very long Buster thought. He grabbed the little girl and pulled her close. Sitting up now he had the strength he didn't know he had. Buster never liked kids. They were loud and sticky. He could never see himself as a father or even an uncle. Even that small role would annoy the shit out of him. Yet, when Lilly was in danger he thought of her and not himself. Buster the selfish piece of shit shielded the little girl by pulling her behind him. She couldn't aim for shit. Someone taught her how to fire, or she was just squeezing the trigger and hoping for the best. Someone should have taught her how to aim.
Buster scrambled to his feet. He was like a megaton skyscraper built on toothpicks. His legs threatened to give out at any moment. Buster wasn't thinking. He didn't think about the knife. His mind was still a hazing blur of things, memories and fever. He saw the shiny red of the blade though and for a moment he had to remind himself he was stabbed. He felt the dull ache in his shoulder now hitting him in waves. The pain was so intense he wanted to double over and vomit. Everything was hitting him harder, as the walker stumbled into the room. Buster had seconds to react. He snatched up the knife and got there just in time for Mitsunari to land on top of him. The little girl screamed and moved out of the way as the two of them crashed on the bed. Buster had the knife, but it slipped from his fingers. He pushed against the side of his face trying to keep from getting bit. Hungry jaws snapping in his face...