Life Goes On || TWDG Season 5 Fan Fic

Deep Down In The Ground

Everyone watched as Louis carefully mounted the wall of the building. He tried not to look down. If he were to fall, he knew it'd be all over. Maybe he wouldn't even die on impact.. What if he just laid there, paralyzed, as he waited for the dead to tear him apart? He shivered, trying not to think about it. He locked his eyes on the ever changing surface before him that he was rapidly navigating. It wasn't easy, especially knowing how high the stakes really were. He took a moment to look back towards the woods. Not a single living person in sight. Louis tried not to consider what could have failed. He took a deep breath, clutching the wall tightly. The window needed to be far enough away from them. A few more shuffles: he kept repeating it in his head. A few more. The hallway was packed with the dead. There was no way that they could kill all of them. After what felt like a thousand more hasty steps, he felt his fingers make contact with the turn in the wall. The window around the corner at the end of the hall had cold metal bars surrounding it. He grabbed them and hoisted himself onto the sill of the window. It was a thin ledge... If he didn't move right after smashing it, he'd probably be pushed off. He needed something to break it with. Brute force could never work. He laughed to himself, embarrassed by his lack of strength. Louis started shaking the bars, the clanging drawing the attention of a handful of walkers.. Yet it wasn't enough. His gaze landed on a loose brick that lay jutting out of the wall. Could it be enough? It was the best bet he had. He reached out and tugged on the brick, which detached from its place easily. The bars were still in the way, the metal weak with age. The first thought that came to mind, using the brick, was sure to fail. He felt around in his pockets, letting out a frustrated sigh. All he had was Tenn's old makeshift knife. For a moment, he wondered how different things would be if he was still here. What would he be doing now? Or would he have already found another way to get himself killed? Everyone missed him, especially Violet.. But they knew that he just was never built for this world. Hopefully he was in a better one.

Taking the knife, Louis attempted to rotate a screw to pop the bars. It nearly crumbled under the pressure, but he got it undone successfully. One appeared to be half broken, so he figured he'd only have to remove two more. He made quick work of it, and eventually the bars tumbled to the ground below with a clang: just missing him in the process. It was a close call. Too close, he thought to himself. Then again, that was one way to make sound. Nonetheless. He held the brick roughly, winding up. He slammed the blunt object into the glass as hard as he could. No dice. He tried again, and again. His hand began to bleed from the scratching of the gritty block, yet a crack formed. One more shot and he'd be through. Louis shut his eyes tight, and rammed the brick against the surface, shattered glass spraying over him. He quickly ducked to the side, back to the corner. He waved his hands in the window and shouted: hoping none of his fingers got bit off. Soon enough, he heard the walkers draw closer. Some began to mindlessly climb to the sill, only to fall face first to their deaths. The crunch of skulls started to become a pattern; an abstract song to the wind. Clay's shouts to the other groups can be heard from the other side of the building out the window. A muffled response from Clementine could be heard. He returned his focus to the dead and began to shout utter nonsense to urge them closer. Was it working well enough? It was difficult to tell from the angle he was at. He got their attention the only way he knew how. Louis began to form a distorted song to the tune of the smashing heads. His song was strange, the words coming out deformed due to his.. Disability. "Never again, never again: he gave her a bash to the front of her head, and she's.. Dead.. now..." Was this the first time he tried to talk? He had just been writing. He did sound very odd, so he figured that this wouldn't change anything: yet.. it felt as if something shifted. His grief began to wash over him as the words slipped from his mouth. Maybe it was because he was in a life threatening situation, or maybe it was because he had never really paused to think long and hard about what he'd lost. "Never again, never again: he gave him a shot to the back of the head.. And he's.. Dead.. Now.." More walkers piled out, their limbs twisting in a desperate attempt to save their meaningless lives as they fell. He smiled, and raised his voice. "But we'll love again, we'll smile again, dance to the tune of your graves! You are better off this way, are we better off this way? Deep down in the ground..." He exhaled. How would he smile again? Not the kind of smile that everyone saw, the real kind. It was as if he had blocked out everything serious or painful all this time in an attempt to cope. He felt silly for only thinking of it now, yet better now then never. All he had was right now. Nothing more, nothing less. Any moment, he could fall to his death. He could get ripped to shreds by a walker. There were a million ways to die, yet he had made it this far. "Never again, never again... he gave you a shot to the back of the neck... and you're all... dead.. now." An anthem for the dead, the forgotten. The bodies never buried, and the bodies that were. Those who roamed the world only living to survive. Those who had nothing left, those who only remained as shells of vicious animals. This was for him, for Clem, for AJ and Vi. For Marlon, for Brody, for Tennessee and Mitch. A song for the walkers, and a song for the world that they destroyed in their wake. "Yet, we're still..

Here...

Now."

End Of Part 1

(( Hey readers ! I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter of 'Life Goes On'! This is the end of the first part of the story. I would love to hear what you've thought of the series so far! My messages are always open! I will be taking a break from posting writing to get a large chunk done on my own time and finish a replay to prepare for Part 2. Stay tuned! ))