"Did ye get this plan from a movie, too, Conn?" Murphy chuckled and slapped me on the back. I cuffed him over the head.

"No, ye git. I think it would be better for us to sneak around them separately and then join up. We'll be a helluva lot harder to notice if we go separately." I slowly grinned. "Or are ye too scared, Murph!" I dodged a punch and chuckled quietly. The smile disappeared in favour of a more serious look. I cupped the back of Murphy's neck and dragged his head forward until our foreheads rested against each other. "Brother, I love ye. And you're only going ta hear me say tha' once. Be careful." My eyes shone with the seriousness of the entire ordeal. I placed my hand over his mouth and kissed it. "Don't be stupid."

"Alright, Conn. Ready?" His Adam's apple bobbed nervously. I nodded quietly. "Catch ye on th' flip side." He smiled, a reminiscent light filling his eyes.

"One, two, three!" We both darted separate ways out of our hiding place; He darted to the right and I to the left. I stuck to the shadows and proceeded at a light, quiet jog. The grass, crisp from the cold night, crunched lightly under my shoes as I made the 800-meter sprint. About halfway to the rendezvous the horde of walkers to my right noticed something. And it wasn't me. They started to shamble to the right. My heart dropped. Murphy. I pulled my Beretta 92FS and unscrewed the silencer. I needed this to be loud. I took aim of the closest walker and fired. The snap of gunfire resounded through the air. The walkers turned. I ran. Away from the rendezvous point. Away from Murphy. Away from the blood curdling scream that came from behind me.

I ran until my lungs cried out and my muscles groaned from exhaustion. I looked behind me; the walkers were falling behind, probably due to the trees and uneven ground. I spotted a clearing up ahead with a small building nestled in the center of it. I burst from the tree line and ran straight for the building. I slowed my pace, as I got closer to the building. The building used to be a church. The large, weather worn roof sported a cross and the large wooden doors looked all too familiar. I crept up to the doors and slowly turned the handle. I gently pushed the door open and slipped inside. A few walkers were scattered among the pews, soft groans and a putrid scent accompanied them. I couldn't be bothered to kill them, so I just quietly slid into the pew closet. I let my head hang and a silent prayer graced my lips.

I prayed for Murphy. What else is there to pray for anymore? Not to go to hell? I'm in hell, now. The world has gone to shit and my brother, my twin; half of my soul is gone. A slow steady throbbing in the very root of my heart, reminding me of this fact. I raised my eyes to meet the statue of Jesus Christ at the front of the church. This church is a mere ghost of my past. My brother's past. Society's past. An echo of what once was and a glimpse of what will never be, again. Seconds dragged into minutes and minutes into hours and hours into days. My body slowly weakened, until I had to rest my head on the pew in front of me, and clutch my stomach to stop the walkers in the room from hearing me. The silent prayers never ceased nor paused. I will wait for god to take me to see my brother. We will meet again.