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Hello world and my wonderful readers! I can't believe I've hit thirty chapters, there will most definitely be thirty more after this! I'm not going to leave much of an Author's Note, all I am going to say is that I've been planning this story line since the beginning and I'm really REALLY excited to see what you think of this one of many soon to come shocking twists! ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE WALKING DEAD FRANCHISE OR DELILAH ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY FRANK DARABONT AND AMC (TELEVISION SERIES), ROBERT KIRKMAN AND TONY MOORE (COMIC BOOK SERIES), AND TOM JONES, RESPECTIVELY. I ONLY OWN MY OWN ORIGINAL IDEAS AND CHARACTERS.
WARNING: ANGER, VIOLENCE, AND LANGUAGE
Chapter Thirty: The Other Side
There was no reason to dwell on what had happened long ago, they had each other and were stronger than ever. Except what Delilah didn't know was that not everything was how it seemed so she thought.
THE SAME TIME, OAKLAND CEMETERY, ATLANTA
The apocalypse had lasted almost two years and it was unsure if it would ever end. Not only had it robbed humanity of it's loved ones, but they were also robbed of the earth's beauty, both manmade and by nature. The Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta, which was once quite a popular tourist spot, now looked like a swamp with all the dead grass and flowers. The gates were almost off their hinges, the church and crematorium both had been demolished, most likely by other survivors trying to battle for a safe haven. The only thing that remained in near pristine condition were the mausoleums of all shapes and sizes adorning the vast land, along with statues of angels and mythical gods.
Seeing as the once living world was now currently draped in death, the last place anybody would ever be was at a cemetery, especially with the chance of walkers slightly increased.
A young woman walked aimlessly around the famous cemetery. She was in her mid twenties, with long dishwater blonde hair and twenty pounds overweight, a bad fake tan, and tired looking brown eyes, her nose was a bit too narrow for her oblong shaped face. If she wore less make up, she'd be somewhat decent looking, but as of now, she looked like a poor man's Megan Fox, nothing plain but nothing special. It had taken a while, but she finally found a blank tombstone sticking out of a pile of dirt in the back of the crematorium. She dragged it over to a large statue of a lion before sitting down on the grass. As she pulled a sharpie out of her pocket and started writing marks on the marble slab, tears brimmed her eyelids.
Why did I let my emotions get the best of me? She didn't deserve this.
"Hey."
The girl looked over to see a young man walking toward her. He was tall, well built, and very handsome. Medium ash brown hair naturally styled in a short and shaggy coif, similar to a Caesar cut, with his bangs and side burns kept long, but the bangs weren't long enough to get in the way of his spectacular light green-blue eyes and accentuated his strong square jaw line. He looked like he belonged in movies and gracing magazine covers, and she had made huge sacrifices to get him all to herself.
"Hey."
"You finally found one." He walked over and crouched down as she nodded.
"Yep, I did. I'm surprised there's still blank ones here." She turned back, staring at the stone. "I can't even remember the day she died, it was so long ago."
"How could you forget? You were the one that planned it. Besides, how do you know she died?"
The girl looked over at him, annoyed. "How do I know? How don't I know? She barely knew how to fire a gun, even after we both showed her countless times. There was no way she survived, I saw her stumbling backwards. You always want to say I planned it, but it was your idea."
"No, it wasn't. But what if she caught her balance and managed to escape-"
The girl cut him off and defiantly shook her head. "We were still there for at least three minutes after. Use your head, we would have seen her. Again, there's no way she survived, she was too weak and scared, it was the only hurdle that managed to knock her on her tiny ass." She heavily sighed, looking back at the tombstone. "Except now that so much time has passed, I suppose I regret it. I guess I didn't want to leave her behind after all."
"I told you not to."
BILLY'S FAMILY RANCH, HOUSTON, TEXAS, EIGHTEEN MONTHS AGO
Billy heavily sighed as he locked the door, knowing it would only be a matter of minutes for the zombies to find the freshly killed deer that he laid on the front porch. Today was the day where the trio would be downsized to a duo. While he was going along with the plan, he still didn't feel right about it. Billy had a deeper connection with Christine, but Delilah was prettier. Why did life have to be so hard with difficult decisions? Couldn't he just have his cake and eat it, too?
Christine walked out into the hallway, opening the window and silently dropping the window ladder and securing it on the ledge. The two of them had been having an affair of sorts behind Delilah's back. Christine always liked Billy first and couldn't stand it that Delilah took him from her, leaving her with no choice but to take what was rightfully hers. She looked over at him downstairs and smiled. "Hey, you."
"Hey." He began walking up the stairs, hanging his head down low. Christine seemed more excited about the plan than he was.
"Are you ready? Today's the big day! We'll finally be rid of her forever. I can't wait!" She jumped in his arms and gave him a kiss, which he barely reciprocated. Christine pulled back, giving him a weird look. "What's wrong?"
He couldn't even look at her because he already knew that she would throw a fit. Finally, Billy shot her a sad stare and scratched the back of his head.
"Christine, I don't know. We can't just leave Delilah by herself. She's too defenseless and reliant on us, she'd never stay alive on her own, she can't even kill a spider. I know you two have had your issues, but I'm having second thoughts and I think we should call it off." Although he loved Christine, he did care about Delilah, more or less. At one point, he had loved her as much as she loved him, but not anymore. People fall out of love with each other all the time, but Billy felt he and Christine should do the right thing, break the news properly by sitting Delilah down and confessing. It would crush her, but at least it wasn't conniving. He watched Christine roll her eyes.
It had been rather difficult to be in her younger sister's shadow for the past twenty one years. She was aware of Delilah's efforts to change that and repair the relationship, which made Christine hate her even more.
"Billy, we can't stay in this house another day longer. We have to leave, and you agreed to this plan, don't act so innocent. We're doing the right thing for Delilah. If you haven't noticed, she's been depressed again lately, especially since Mom left, and perhaps this is what she needed. I know her better than you do, and I know that no matter what kind of front she puts up that she will never change or be genuinely happy, apocalypse or not. Consider this as kind of like a mercy killing. Do you have everything ready? I finished packing up the semi-truck and still have the keys, you have the keys to the X5." She tossed the semi-truck keys in the air and snatched them up as they came down, changing the subject. Christine didn't want to let up that she was also having second thoughts about the whole thing as well. Even if they did tell Delilah, she knew her little sister would throw a fit and possibly lash out in violence. This was the best solution for everybody.
"Yes, it's ready. I don't agree with your logic and I think we took it a bit too far with the deer. I know that there wasn't always so much hate. Remember how it used to be when you were younger?"
His question echoed in her head, causing her frustrated glare to soften. Of course she loved her, Delilah was her baby sister. At one point, they were as close as two sisters could be. She simply couldn't stand her. It was Delilah's fault that she rebelled, all because she wasn't as good as The Golden Child, and it was because of Delilah's mother that Christine no longer had her dad. He may have been an asshole, but he loved her apart from her grandma, who showed no interest in Delilah. That and Delilah's few chubby years were the only times Christine was superior. Then she had to go and grow six inches and take Billy from her, who did that little hussy think she was?! Christine folded her arms across her chest, the aggravation creeping up on her.
"I do love her, but I love me more. Quit while you're ahead, you're starting to annoy me." Christine could feel her blood boiling at Billy's change of heart.
"She's your sister, but I also know that there is no changing your mind. I've said all I've had to say and you know how I feel. I'm leaving it in your hands, I hope you make the right decision."
"I don't care! That stupid brat ruined my life, I almost lost you for good because of her. This is survival of the fittest. Do or die. You can either ride with the bulls or graze with the cows, but I'm not letting either one of you slow me down. Don't you want to be with me, Silly Billy?" She flipped her hair back and pressed herself up against him before running one hand from his neck, across his chest, and finally to his denim covered crotch, her fingers dancing against the material as she leaned her mouth close to his ear. "I know how to make you feel like a king, a real man, a sex god. I can give you everything that Delilah doesn't even know how or what to give. I am for you as much as you are for me. Tell me I'm right about everything." Christine started kissing Billy's neck, smirking as she felt him shudder and moan when she roughly grabbed his crotch. Seduction was the only way to get a man to become putty in her hands.
"Y-y-yes."
"Yes what?"
"You're right, about everything. I'm sorry I didn't mean to doubt you." He desperately tried to lean in and kiss her, but she pulled back, smiling.
"Good. It's just that big family heart of yours, that's where the doubt came from, but I knew you'd see it my way. We're better off without her. That, and we both know what would happen if she ever-"
At that moment, they were cut off when Delilah strolled out of the room she shared with Billy and into the hallway. Even with no makeup on, she still looked like she belonged in a Cover Girl ad, she was that beautiful. Delilah was wearing a pair of Frankie B. jeans, a red tank top, and a black terrycloth Juicy Couture hoodie with a pair of blue UGG slippers. "Good morning, everybody!" She said in an almost Valley Girl voice and sauntered up to Billy. "Hi, baby. Sleep well?" Delilah gave him a deep kiss. He had his eyes open, looking over at Christine, who simply looked disgusted. Billy then wrapped his arms around Delilah, pulling her in for a passionate kiss, which made Christine's jaw further drop. It was the last kiss they would ever have, he wanted to make it a good one. He had to restrain the tears as Delilah squealed in his mouth, something she always did whenever they'd kiss like that.
"Bil-ly! I take it you slept very well then." Delilah giggled, running her hands through his hair the special way he liked, which made him pull back slightly, this was all getting to be too much.
"Y-Yeah, I slept fine, babe." Billy gulped, he was feeling very nervous and scared for Delilah, all the emotions he had temporarily abandoned came crashing back. Just because he chose Christine didn't mean that they had to kill her…
"Hey, Bill. You gotta fix the staircase balcony and railings before they break. I can't wait until this place is fixed up!" Delilah rocked the balcony a little.
"Delilah, don't touch that!" Christine gently spoke, grabbing her hand off the railing with the same softness. "I don't want you to fall over." I just want you to be eaten alive by these freaks while I run off with your fiancé.
She shot her sister a confused look. "Oh, thanks, Christine. I appreciate it."
"Lila, I told you, it's too much to fix and we can't stay here. You have to trust me that it's not safe, we're better off." Billy was trying to be as even tempered as he could, he didn't want to let anything slip out. In a way, he felt like The Huntsman sent to kill Snow White, but would he be letting his Snow White free? After what they were going to do, he might as well have had taken her heart.
She scoffed. "Where are we going to go, The Four Seasons Dallas? There's slim pickings, we staying. It's the best choice, don't you remember what they said on the news?"
Delilah turned back to Billy, shrugging off his worries. "Baby, we need to set up a gym somewhere in this house, Christine needs to be hitting P90X because she's getting a little chubby-chubs!" Delilah giggled and poked her stomach, making her jump.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm just bloated, but we all can't look like as pretty as you, Elle." Christine always called her "Elle". She was surprised that she was being so nice, especially since she couldn't wait to get the hell rid of Delilah, relieving herself of a two decade pain in the ass. Christine figured that she should be nice, considering this was the last time they'd ever see each other.
"It's freezing, why is the window open?" Delilah walked over to close the window.
"No, don't!" Billy tried to grab her, but it was too late. She looked down to see a fire escape ladder hanging from the windowsill.
"Why is this here?" Delilah turned around, confused, and saw them trying not to look at her but failing miserably. "What's going on? Why do you both have such guilty looks on your faces?"
"Delilah-"
Before either one of them could fully answer, a loud banging sound bounced throughout the house. The three of them looked to see the door being pushed before it came crashing down, a swarm of flesh eaters barged through into the house. They were making this creepy gurgling sound, some crawled up the stairs. Delilah screamed, truly aghast at the amount of deadly undead freaks, and ran to get her weapon. Billy shot the zombies coming up the stairs. "Christine, Delilah! Come on, we gotta get out of here! The place is going to collapse!" He jumped out the window and slid down the ladder, running to the X5 and killing more walkers in the process. Please, let her make it out.
Christine was right behind him when Delilah ran out of the room with her gun, shooting more zombies until running out of bullets. She turned around to see her sister closing the window whilst standing on the ladder. "What the hell are you doing?!" Delilah ran over to the window, trying to stop her from closing it, but Christine grabbed her hands, giving her baby sister's terrified eyes a calm look.
"Delilah, you're not coming. It's best that you stay here."
Delilah's eyes dilated and her mouth went agape. Was she about to be left in this death trap? The mighty winds blew through the window as low thunder rumbled in the sky, rain began to fall.
"What are you talking about? We have to leave, now! Let me go!" The more Delilah tried to move her hands, the more Christine's grip tightened on her wrists, knowing bruises would be left.
"Let's face it. You like being depressed, it gives you even more attention than you already get. You'll never change, sweetie, this is how it was meant to end for you."
"Christine, stop! You sound insane and brainwashed! We have to get out of here! I'm scared!"
She had tried to be nice, but her sister's fear-ridden persistence made the anger and envy set in. Delilah couldn't charm her way out of the certain death Christine was going to give her.
"SHUT UP! For twenty one years, I had to play second fiddle to The Delilah Show. Little Bitch Princess, not caring who she stepped on to get what she wanted!" She spoke in a mocking tone, her lips curling up into a devilish grin, not even realizing that Delilah had laced her fingers through the cool metal key ring in her hands.
"Christine, it's not like that, I swear! I would never step on anybody, not even you! You're my big sister, I want you to be happy and for us to be like it used to be! I love you! We need to stick together like Mommy said! Please! Let me go, NOW!" Delilah felt her heart beating out of her chest and fear envelope her body as she started crying, knowing she was going to die.
"No, Delilah. I've had to be in your shadow for years, no longer will that continue. Billy loves me and we're running off together. You're nothing but an albatross around our necks, dragging and pulling us down! We're better off without you, the world is better off without you. This is what needs to happen! You've gotten everything you ever wanted, now it's my turn. MY TURN TO GET MY WAY, MY TURN TO BE HAPPY, MY TURN TO BE THE LEADER OF THE PACK! I can get all that with Billy, just like you did a long time ago, before he realized he loves me more than you." Their hair wildly blew from the wind while the sounds of the walking dead and the thunder above became even louder.
"That's not true! You can't leave me here! Please, don't do this! I don't care, take him! We can work it out if you just let me go! We're sisters! We may not always get along, but we can't let a boy come between us! Please, please, let me go!" She looked up at Christine with pleading eyes, trying to bargain for her life.
Christine's grin widened, she looked like The Joker from Batman. "I always thought you'd be smarter in this kind of situation, but I'll give you what you want and let you go! Sweet dreams, baby sister!" She said the last sentence in a Minnie Mouse esque tone before raising their hands up and let go of Delilah's, watching her lose her balance and not noticing Delilah had pulled the keys out of her hands. Now that she was no longer holding onto her hands or the ledge, the ladder fell backwards. Christine screamed as her arms started flailing and she fell with the ladder.

"How many times are we going to argue over this?"
"When you admit that it was your idea."
She stood up, glaring him down. "Like you weren't involved just as much as I was, Billy! Don't act so innocent and guilty, you're full of shit!"
"Christine, I tried to stop you every chance I got!" He stood up, returning the glare, watching her arms fold in front of her chest.
"Is that why you went out first and left me to take care of the mess? You wouldn't even let me go back!"

Christine was able to land on her feet while the ladder crashed to the ground, making a run for it as Delilah's screams could be heard through the open window. A huge crash of lightning burst through the sky and shook the ground as she ran towards the truck and Billy killing more walkers. She was almost there when she stopped in her tracks, the realization of what she just did washing over her. Christine froze and her face fell as she turned around.
"DE-LI-LAHHHH!"
Billy looked over at her screaming and watched her run back to the house. He killed the last nombie and ran after her. Christine was trying to position the ladder, but the wetness of the rain made it slippery. She was so distracted fussing with the ladder that she didn't even feel Billy grab her arm.
"Christine, come on! We gotta go!"
"No! We can't leave her, she'll die!" She pushed him away and went back to the ladder, only for him to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her away, but her arms and legs were now flailing. "LET ME GO! WE HAVE TO GO BACK AND GET DELILAH! SHE'S MY BABY SISTER! BILLY, PLEASE! SHE CAN'T DIE LIKE THIS!" Christine was crying and screaming, desperately trying to escape his hold to save her sister. They were almost to the truck when Billy dropped her on the ground with a loud thud. She looked up at him to see anger in his eyes.
"Now you want to go back and get her?! You can't have it both ways, Christine! Instead of doing the right thing, you did what you wanted and you can't fix it!"
She cried harder. "What if it's not too late? What if-"
He cut her off, shouting even louder as the downpour became heavier. "WHAT IF NOTHING! IT IS TOO LATE! DELILAH IS DEAD BECAUSE OF BOTH OF US! WE CAN'T UNDO IT! IF WE GO BACK IN THERE, WE'LL BE DEAD RIGHT ALONG WITH HER! SHE'S IN A BETTER PLACE NOW AND SHE'S NEVER COMING BACK, WE CAN LIVE OUR LIVES THE WAY WE WANT, BUT WE HAVE TO LEAVE RIGHT THIS MOMENT." Billy was absolutely infuriated with how after the despicable deed was done that Christine realized the whole thing was wrong. In an odd way, her earlier theory about how they were free began to sink in. Even though the way it happened was wrong, things would finally be normal. No more tantrums or outbursts or anxiety attacks or medication reminders, they were finally free of all that. Christine solemnly nodded.
"Fine, you're right. Let's just get the hell out of here." She rose to her feet and they both bolted towards the semi truck, killing a few lone walkers along the way. Once they were finally at the truck, Christine searched through all her pockets for the keys. Billy looked over at her, frantic.
"Where are the keys? WHERE ARE THE KEYS?!"
She threw her hands up in defeat. "I don't know! I had them in my hands when I was going down the ladder! I didn't drop them in the bushes, I would have seen them when I was over there just now!"
"FUCK!" Billy kicked the wheel. "What are we going to do? The whole thing is locked."
"Hot wire it, now!" She watched Billy shake his head.
"No, there's no time. We'll have to make due with the x5, everything we need to last for a while is in there."
Christine's jaw dropped. "Are you serious? But-"
"Yes, I'm serious! Don't you dare question me! Get in the fucking car, now! HURRY, GOD DAMN IT!" He ran ahead, not even hearing her whimper. Billy had never spoken to either Christine or Delilah in that tone, but fury was swept over him. They finally made it into the x5, he put his keys in the ignition and peeled out of the driveway. Christine turned around, silently crying, and watched the house get smaller and smaller as they drove off until it was out of sight. She couldn't believe that she had done that, but she still was unsure if it was right or wrong.

"Did you forget that little detail?"
Billy shook his head. "No, I didn't."
"It's better this way. If she found out about everything, she would have tried to kill us. You've seen what's she's like off her medications. We're safer now."
"At what cost?"
"At what cost? Living another day. Did you forget all the problems Delilah caused for us? We're finally together with her out of the picture! These past eighteen months have been the happiest for me since the three years Delilah was fat. I have you and that's all I've ever wanted. No more tantrums, screaming and crying, we're free of it for good."
"What if the others find out, Christine?"
She scoffed at him. "They'll never find out and that's how it needs to be. Billy, get serious. It's not like Delilah is going to come back from the dead and unveil the entire story to them. Now, do you want to put in the dates or not?"
Billy looked down. Delilah had put them both through hell and back, but perhaps she was misunderstood. Depression wasn't an easy thing to deal with, and while Delilah was grace under fire for the most part, there were times where she slipped up. Christine over exaggerated, Delilah would never try to kill anybody. Although, after finding out the dirty little secret, Billy didn't really blame her if she tried. He grabbed the sharpie out of her hand and bent down, looking at the tombstone. Delilah Scarlett Daltrey it read. "Forgive me, Delilah. I just couldn't take anymore." Billy said as he wrote in January 31st, 1990-April 1st,2011.
It made him think back on when he and Delilah first became an item. He had just graduated and after a drunken night with the basketball team, they had all gone to her house and started serenading "Delilah" by Tom Jones outside her window. They had woken up the whole neighborhood in the process, but Delilah ran out of her house and jumped in his arms, giving him a huge kiss and saying she'd be his girlfriend as the basketball team cheered them on. He was so happy he spun her around in his arms before carrying her back inside the house. The song was ironic, it was about a man killing his wife named Delilah for cheating on him. Billy had cheated on Delilah and took part in killing her. It was the only song he knew with her name in it until a few months later when "Hey There Delilah" by The Plain White Ts came out. He regretted not trying hard enough to stop Christine, but there was nothing that could be done now.
"Everything alright, you guys?"
OMG OMG OMG OMG! BILLY AND CHRISTINE HAVE BEEN ALIVE THIS WHOLE TIME! WHO JUST CALLED OUT TO THEM? WHO IS IN THEIR GROUP AND WHY ARE THEY IN ATLANTA? WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THEIR VERSION OF THE STORY AND WHICH ONE REALLY HAPPENED?
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