#productofamurderer

Chase's P.O.V

"Oh fuck!" you cried out as Jack thrust into you one last time before pulling out and laying beside you in your small bed. Jack placed his arm over your waist sloppily rolling you over to face him. "God I wish we hadn't met like this. I love you so much Chase and I don't ever want to lose you." You smiled and placed a kiss on his nose. "I love you too Barakat." Just then a siren sounded making you moan out in annoyance, will a minute ever go by when you can just lay with your boyfriend without the threat of a zombie attack? Probably never and today was the same. You both jumped out of bed and threw your clothes at each other getting dressed as fast as you can. Laughing as Jack struggled to pull his jeans up. You grabbed your guns and ran out to meet the others at the frontline.

You looked out weighing out the options of surviving this wave of undead there was about twenty or so heading straight towards the safe house. "Ready?" you looked down the line at everyone weapons ready. It only took the group fifteen minutes to return to base safe but covered in blood. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as the bodies were left piled up and ablaze. Alan walked outside he was on babysitting duty today and had Morgan in one hand and Ryder in the other, the smile spread across his faced showed his joy that we all returned safe and sound.

You were heading inside when you heard a strangled cry come out from behind you. You turned around just in time to see a zombie running straight towards your younger brother, Shyla's daughter and an oblivious Alan. Before you could even say a word Dan had run out in front of the attacking zombie girl and became lost in a blur of limbs and blood. In a matter of seconds Dan had the girls head sliced off and rolling along the dusty ground, her body falling to his feet spilling blood amongst the grass.

Quickly the boys helped Dan get rid of the body as the girls and children headed inside to clean up and get ready for dinner. When Dan walked into the kitchen to grab a snack you noticed an odd looking mark on his arm. You made eye contact a question burning in your eyes. Dan just shook his head and mouthed not yet. Shyla helped you set the table while Imogen served up dinner, the boys flowed into the dining room one by one and took their seats around the large table. Dan was the last to enter the room and took his seat solemnly between Morgan and Shyla. You smiled apologetically at the obviously infected male. The others hadn't of seemed to notice but you could still see the blood seeping through his shirt from the bite mark on his arm.

When dinner came to an end Dan silenced the room announcing he had some important news. You gripped Jack's hand tight, scared of what was to be said. Jack squeezed back comforting you with his presence and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

"So I'm sorry to keep you all back here, I know we all have other things we wish to be doing but this is important. Uh, this isn't easy for me to say but I, I'm infected." The room gasped in unified shock you just hung your head in sadness and watched as a pained look crossed Shyla's face. "When I ran out and stopped that zombie from getting the children and Alan I got bitten, on my forearm." Dan slowly rolled back his sleeve to reveal the seeping wound. Shyla just shook her head in disbelief not knowing what to do. You felt Jack's hand as he wiped a tear away.

"What do we do then?" Tony asked, saying the words we all were thinking.

"We have to kill him." I whispered quietly, looking knowingly into Dan's eyes.

"No!" Shyla shouted, "No! We don't have to kill him I'm sure there's a way. I'm sure there's a... I, I'm sure..." her words trailed off as she sunk down into a sobbing mess in her chair. Austin rushed over to her quickly and began rubbing her back in slow circles, comforting the distraught wife.

Dan placed his hand on hers sadly, "Chase is right Shyla. I have to die. If I stay here any longer I'll become one of them and none of us want that. Please baby, you'll be ok without me."

"Fine," Shyla sighed feeling dejected. "But if we have to kill you. Let me be the one to do it."

~Chase