Brothers. (Part IV)

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Authors Note: I've decided to switch to a 1st person perspective. It seems more logical to switch to Mike's POV because the story is more centered around him thus far.

I swung my leg back over the fence. I wasn't about to let this happen. Not to Ray.
I pulled the Hatched from where it always hung from my book bag and sent it flying into the crowd of undead souls. It caught one in the chest and knocked it onto it's back.
Damn, I'm not getting that back.
I re-engaged my glock and shot out two rounds.
Why are my hands still shaking? What the fuck is wrong with me?
By now Ray had backed himself into the house, the herd was more interested in him for some reason, maybe because he was screaming expletives at them all the while.
I saw the flash of Rays shot gun from the windows and he continued to yell. But his tone was different, he needed my help.
I reloaded the gun and sprinted to the side window, looking inside i saw a swarm of zombies surrounding something. A pool of blood was collecting at their feet. They appeared to be ripping at something violently, blood flew threw the air as if a water balloon had just popped.
I forced myself to look away and immediately vomited. I hadn't eaten anything in a day save for half of a can of beans and that's what came out.
That's my friend in there. That's my BEST FRIEND in there. What do i do now? How am i supposed to move on? I have to get out. I have to--
My inner monologue was cut off when I was knocked onto my back by a walker i must of missed on my quick overlook.
I was holding it back by my forearm but i knew i wouldn't last long. I had to reach the leatherman i always kept in my pocket. Never knew when i was gonna need it.
I thrust up with all the strength I could muster and got the walker off me. Simultaneously, i stuck my left hand into my pocket and swung out the leatherman. The walker was already regaining it's composure so i had to act quick. I thrust the blade down into it's skull. I didn't bother pulling it back out. I slumped down against the wall and burst into tears.
Just what am i supposed to do now? How the Fuck am i supposed to survive? wha-no. I need to get back to camp before dark. I can figure it all out later.
After what seemed like ages a voice rang out from above me.
"The fuck you cryin' about puss. We gotta get back to camp before these assholes realize i ain't in there. Make it snappy."

What? How?
I managed to sniffle out a sentence "How-h-how did you get out?"
"Tricked those bastards into thinking i was in the bathroom, had to leave my shot gun unfortunately."
Ray jumped down from the low hanging roof and put his arm on my shoulder.
"Thanks for waiting for me pal, I can't say i would'a done the same in the same situation bud. Come'on. Lets get you home."
I didn't like the way he spoke to me. He was treating me like a kid. I began to resent him. Hate him even.