TWD: Last (Clementine X Male Reader Book 3)

Decimation-19

Three: I said, don't shoot the messenger.

You: I didn't.

Three: Oh, you're gonna be a smartass, huh?

You look around for a strategy of any kind. There are a few beams that you could use as cover scattered around. Some concrete blocks that pop out of the ground, but they aren't too tall. You'd have to lie down to get behind them.

Three: Where's your wife and child?

You: I'm afraid that's none of your business.

Three: But it is. They are still in that building, correct?

You stretch and crack every body part you can. Your back pops the most out of everything, carrying Clementine did a real number on it.

You: You can't think I would just rat them out.

Three: No, I don't, but your silence is all the answer I need.

You hop on one foot, getting yourself ready.

You: I don't really care if you know where they are.

Three: You should.

You: No, because if I do my job, you won't be getting to them.

Three: Hm, you think very highly of yourself.

You: No, I just care about them enough to know that there's no way you're getting past me.

Three: You have an arm, and a knife, against... How many of us are there?

You: Sixty-two.

Three: Wow, you counted already. Do you still think you have a chance?

You: It doesn't matter if I have a chance. As long as I keep you out here long enough.

Three: And what will you do about those of us planted around the building.

You: They can handle a few pussies that you couldn't trust up here with me.

Three: But what do you do when all of us attack you?

You shrug and then move behind a beam before they start firing. Bullets smash against it instead of you. After a massive barrage of bullets, they realize it isn't working and start pushing you—their mistake.

Once they're close enough to shoot, they'll start. But they'll also be close enough that you're willing to risk charging them. That's what you do. You make sure to run right so that you have your metal arm to shield yourself from everyone facing you. A bullet hits it, sending that uncomfortable vibration feeling through your body, but nothing else comes close.

The person you've targeted is raising their gun, so you pull your knife from your side and throw it. It lands in their stomach, causing them to drop their weapon and stumble back, holding the knife. Someone comes to defend them, hoping to get the glory of killing you for themselves. But they made an awful move and sentenced themselves to death.

You reach them before they can do anything, putting your metal fist through their face. At least, you imagine it going through their face. It knocks them down nonetheless, and you nearly go with them. You put a lot into the punch.

Now that you've made it to the line, you have the upper hand. They can't shoot unless they want to hit their friends.

Two down, sixty to go.

You quickly pick up a pistol lying on the ground. You're unsure if it came from the first or second guy you injured. Doesn't matter. You shoot someone nearby that's threatening your life, and then turn to kill the guy that still has your knife. You could use the thing. Your breath catches in your throat when a bullet goes through what remains of your left arm. You turn around and can see by the look on their face who did it. You shoot them before they get another hit.