I left him.
I don’t know if you can get a divorce, in the middle of the apocalypse, so this is probably all I can do.
He fell asleep around three, and I just lay there, trying not to think. I was focusing on things around me that I could hear. The wind. An owl, every now and again. Martin breathing quietly as he slept. Incessant chewing.
I knew the last part was my imagination, but I couldn’t make it stop. I just kept thinking about Aaron. How he got that way. If there was a part of him, still inside there, that knew what he was doing, and desperately wanted to stop. A part of him that was trapped, by what he’d become. I kept thinking about Mum, and how she’d called the night before, so worried about Aaron being out late. I’d told her not to worry, that he was a smart kid, he’d be fine. I told her not to worry. I should have told her to lock the door and wait for us. If I had, she would probably still be alive. I told her she’d be fine, and so, she let him back in, and then…
I snuck out of the tent, to the car, and packed up some food (including my biscuits), some water, power banks, and one of the knives. I thought about taking the car, but part of me didn’t want it, because it was his. It’s weird how petty one can be, even at a time like this.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I just walked. We’d set up for the night in a field, so I felt a bit exposed at first, but I managed to get to the road eventually, and I’m hoping I can make it up to the next town by morning.
It’s been quiet. I haven’t seen anyone (or anything) since I left. Martin says they’re not people anymore. I suppose that was his justification for shooting my brother in the face.
Obviously, he knows more about medical shit than me, but there’s no way he can know everything. They could have found a treatment, or something, given time. We could have saved Aaron, if he had given it time. We don’t even know for sure that a shot to the head actually kills them for good, like in the films, so it is possible Aaron is still alive somewhere, wandering around, with an arrow in his head, waiting to be saved, once the doctors get their act together, but I’ll never know now, because I’m miles away.