CHOSEN.

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   “Dad!” The boy shouted again, and finally, the man looked to his son with wild eyes. “He’s not infected, just look at it.” And so the man did, turning back on the other boy with stark unsureness. 

   They were right. The boy wasn’t lying. Slowly, guns were lowered, and the hatted boy muttered something along the lines of ‘sorry’ to the messy haired stranger before turning his back on him and taking a baby from an older woman, walking away from the scene with her on his shoulder, bouncing her to calm her tears. 

   The youngest boy stood to the side, and slowly, after assessing the bite and the boy’s face, he lowered his weapon, murmuring to the older man, who seemed to be the top-dog in charge. 

   “Dad…” He hissed, but the eldest seemed to be distracted, his own colt held high to the stranger’s forehead, continuing to yell threats.

   “That’s fuckin’ impossible,” the bearded man yelled through grit teeth. 

    was it normal for americans to interrogate people like this?  being backed against a wall and hounded because of the scar on your shoulder?  harry’s tried telling the guy multiple times that he wasn’t going to turn, but he couldn’t get a word in.  he finally decided that interrupting was going to be the only way he’d get to say anything.  harry was kind of scared to speak up, though, since the guy yelling at him did seem pretty intimidating.      ❝ it’s a scar, honestly!  i dunno how i didn’t turn, okay?  it’s at least a year old, ‘m not a walker, alright? ❞

‘cause i am on FIRE!  a crying, burning LIAR!  seeing nothing, nothing but MYSELF,  and I’M THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER!  every inch of me is CHARRED.  god, what happened to my HEART?  i’m about to FALL APART again, again!  and you’re never COMING BACK and i’m NOT OKAY with that.  and I SHOULD’VE NEVER LET MYSELF GET ATTACHED!