Defender (Clementine x Male Reader)

The Station

Y/N's POV
I placed my foot on the seat and boost myself through the window and onto the roof of the bus.

Louis: You good?

Y/N: Yeah. You guys ready?

They all nodded as we jumped over the gates and into the Walker-free police station.

Louis: Ow.

He groaned as we got to our feet and walked into the police station, which surprisingly was open.

It was then we met our first problem. There was 2 ways to go.

Glenn: Any idea where the armoury is?

Y/N: Nope.

Aasim: Then what'll we do?

I stopped talking and thought for a second.

Y/N: Okay, Glenn, Aasim, Louis, you go that way. Mitch and I'll go this way. That okay?

I asked, directed at Mitch. He just nodded a yes.

Aasim: These could come in handy.

He extended an arm, and in his hand was a walkie-talkie.

Glenn: Where'd you find these?

Aasim: On the floor over there.

Louis: Seriously?

Aasim: Mm hmm.

Louis: That's pretty careless of those cops.

Glenn: Well, they probably were a little preoccupied with the walkers.

Louis: True, true.

Y/N: Focus, guy's. Radio in if you find the armoury, got it?

They all nodded.

Y/N: Good luck.

Glenn: You too.

So we all split up, Glenn, Louis and Aasim going one way, while Mitch and I went the other.

We were walking for about 5 minutes in silence. I had one hand gripped tightly to my gun, and the other was holding the walkie-talkie.

Y/N: So... why'd you wanna come with us instead of staying in the bus?

Mitch stayed quiet for a few seconds before answering.

Mitch: I just thought I'd be more useful out here, since I know how to take care of myself.

Y/N: You killed a walker yet?

Mitch: Yeah, one. Bashed it's head against the cafeteria floor. You?

Y/N: Two. I killed one with some scissors, and used this gun to kill a walker cop.

Mitch: It's a lot harder to do than the cops told us.

Y/N: Tell me about it.

I started to think about that meeting, and the events that happened a few hours later, and something didn't add up.

Y/N: Every entrance was sealed that night, right?

Mitch: Yeah, they were all sealed until we opened some.

Y/N: But... then how did the walkers get in?

Mitch: What do you mean?

Y/N: The cops said to become a walker you've gotta be bit by one, so how the hell did the walker outburst start?

We stayed quiet for a few minutes thinking about this, until Mitch spoke up.

Mitch: Before we met up with you, Carley was saying that some girl Brooke overdosed on pills and passed out. Then when we were escaping we met Brooke as a walker, and she didn't have any bite marks on her.

Y/N: Wait a minute, are you saying...

Mitch: What if it isn't the bite that turns you into a walker. What if you turn no matter how you die, so long that your brains intact. What if the bite just kills you faster.

I stayed silent, just absorbing everything I've been told.

Y/N: Look, I think you're right, but we can't tell the others. Not 'till we're 100% sure. We don't want to freak them out for no reason if we're wrong.

Mitch nodded in agreement.

Just then I seen a door with the label "Armoury" on it.

I pushed the button on the side of the walkie and raised it to my mouth.

Y/N: Aasim? You hear me?

There was nothing but static for a few seconds, until...

Aasim:(Over walkie) We hear you. You find it?

Y/N: Yeah it's right in front of us.

Mitch then pulled the door handle, and to my surprise, it was open.

Y/N: Looks like someone tried to get in here already. Door was wide open.

Aasim: (Over walkie) We're on our way to you now.

Y/N: Alright we'll start loading up guns until you come.

I then walked into the armoury as Mitch set some duffle bags on the table in the centre.

Just then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and Mitch and I were tackled to the ground by 2 walkers, taking the table down with us.

The tackle took my so much by surprise that I lost my grip on my gun and walkie, and they both went skidding on the floor away from me.

I raised my foot the the walkers chest and kicked him off of me, before crawling backwards to get my gun, the walker trying equally as hard to get to me.

I felt my hand grip around something, but it wasn't a gun. Whatever it was, it would have to do.

I got to my knees and swung down at the walker's head, just as he lunged at me.

*Slice!*
A blade went straight through the walker's skull and stopped between it's eyes.

I stood up and put one foot on the walker's shoulder, before yanking the blade from it's head.

*Crunch*
I turned around quickly to see Mitch repeatedly squashing the walker's skull beneath his foot.

Y/N: You good?

He finally stopped and looked at me panting.

Mitch: Yeah.

He looked at the blade I was holding.

Mitch: Nice.

I finally took a good look at the blade in my hand. It was a machete with a red handle. It's tip was dripping red from the walker blood.

Glenn: You two okay?

We turned to see Glenn, Louis and Aasim standing at the doorframe.

Y/N: Yeah, now c'mon. We gotta pack all these guns up before more walker's show up.

We all picked up some guns and rounds and threw them into a duffle bag.

Louis: What're we gonna do once we pack up all these guns?

He asked as we just about finished packing them all up.

Y/N: We're gonna learn how to use them.

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