The Walking Dead: Levi's Story Part 1

Carnage

Levi had a bad feeling. Something in his gut was telling him something was off the moment this fire fight started and honestly he had been ignoring it, until now. If it were an annoying bug then, it was now a fucking swarm of bees. He couldn't just ignore the feeling he was getting. Not anymore.

"What's the plan?" Luke asks, crouched down beside him behind the couch. "Like you said earlier, we can't just sit here, right?"

Levi nods. "Yea. But actually moving from here is the hard part. I'm still trying to figure out how the fuck it's going to happen without anyone getting shot." He narrows his eyes and adds bitterly. "And the fucking time restraint is making shit worse. The more time we sit, the more trouble we're in."

"If we're pinned already then we should just fight. We've got our weapons. We should be able to take out some of those fuckers." Kenny tries to get to his feet but fails horribly and groans, wanting to claw at his shot leg.

"Don't Kenny. You're in no condition to fight." Sarita says and then turns her attention to Levi. "You said you were a soldier, right? Can't you—I don't know... figure out something to get us out? What else can that machine do?"

Levi wants to get angry but knows it won't solve anything. He's the leader and the most experienced in combat. He's the only one who can lead these people out alive.

I've gotta risk it! Levi thinks, looking at the people he promised to protect. Even if I promised to keep them safe!

Levi looks at Sarita and she is surprised by the intensity of his eyes. "I have a plan. All you have to do is wait for my signal and hit that corner as soon as you hear it. Got it?"

"What do you plan on doing?" Luke asks.

"Just do as I say!" Levi yells and turns to push himself against the couch. He squeezes his gas triggers and it shoots out a gas powerful enough that it pushes the couch to the middle of the room. Gunfire immediately lights up the couch and Levi nearly falls behind from the moving couch when a bullet pierces his stomach.

Despite the pain, he pushes forward and gives the couch one more powerful push as it slams through the glass door, hitting the shooter behind it. He guessed where the shooter is and slams his blade through the couch, feeling the body behind it spasm and then stop.

He was dead. Levi was sure of it. And now, they finally had leeway outside, to escape that certain death inside. Levi lands on the ground, holding his stomach that aches. He can still stand, still fight. But he was bleeding. His eyes dart around him to check his surroundings briefly. He didn't trust them enough to put something over the wound that would stop the bleeding. The old bandages were far too loosened to hold the blood seeping from the wound.

It'll only become a problem if I move around too much.

With a grimace, the captain went back into the house, getting behind a wall not too far from where his group was and relatively safe from any windows.

"Luke!" He calls. "We've got a way out over here. We've got the sound of that damned thing outside to cover us. You have to move the group."

Luke had barely heard the orders, looking at the blood that stained a large part of Levi's white shirt. "My god, Levi. Look at all that blood are you-"

"Get moving!" He grits. "This is no time for standing around! We're nearly surrounded!"

Hearing the conversation, the entire group had turned and saw the state Levi was in. All of their wills wavered. If their most experienced could get hurt, how would they fair if they moved from the small corner they were tucked in? It wasn't much, but they were safe.