Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 44

They're coming from everywhere. Right, left, front and back. Every direction you desperately look for an escape is already filled with those dead puppets animated with their will to eat, clacking their teeth rageously in horrible grins. The thuds of your Doc Martens beating the grass of the lawns you run your way across are echoing in your skull, and your heart apparently forgot how to properly function without making you think you're going to drop dead from an heart attack every second. Maybe that'd be better though, because right now the only future you can see is getting mauled between the teeth of hundreds of biters. Each time you slip through an opening between two packs of those fuckers, thinking you're gonna end up in a more opened spot with possibilities to escape, you realize you sank deeper in the herd, feeling squeezed and closed on as there are less and less safe paths to run through and less and less solutions offering themselves at you.

Your skin is crawling, your eyes are rolling in your eyesockets while desperately looking for an escape and your legs are burning. Your lungs and throat are on fire, you're panting like a pig with your tongue sticking out of your mouth, your eyes itching from all the sweat dripping down your forehead right into them. You're usually pretty full of yourself, since you're half as young as most of the overall mondial population that died, which means you're way stronger than average adults, but right now you're not ashamed to admit you feel like there's no escape and that dying is the end of this story. You have no control over the situation. You're fucked. Completely fucked. And the funny part in all this is that you wished so many times to die, but now, when the grim reaper is knocking at your door after having sent his legions of followers after you, you're begging the whole world to keep living another day. Ain't that ironic ? Plus, you almost broke down and let yourself fall on the ground while waiting for the torrent of nails and teeth that'd tear you apart a few times, but you forced yourself to keep going every time you felt the hand of the girl squeeze yours or shake violently as she was shrieking at the view of so many biters.

You ran around a small house with nothing special about it, two stories, white paint, broken windows and pulverized wooden deck, hoping to find something like a little tool shed you could hide inside for a bit, or even a high fence you could climb above so they don't follow you - preferably a metallic one, they'd break part a wooden fence like toothpicks -, but again this was a dead end. There was a tool shed in the corner, but there were at least twenty undead scums strolling around. A quarter of them spotted you instantly, and this quarter alerted another quarter which alerted the rest of them. 

After letting out a rich flow of curses - the little girl wasn't going to mind this right now -, you turned around and tensed your muscles, ready to run back the way you came from. Unfortunately, five biters emerged from the corner of the fence you came from, efficiently blocking the way. Then, it was ten biters, fifteen, thirty, all fixated on the three of you with their soulless eyes glowing with a demonic light.

You stayed frozen for a few seconds, unable to control your breathing. Your body filled with adrenalin and cortisol, you made a rash decision, the first of many. Instead of running your way across the backyard with the tool shed and the twenty biters, which was way larger and with an access to the neighboring house if you jumped above a hedge which would have slowed down your dead pursuers, you thought you could sprint your way between the house and the fence you came from before too many biters closed the gap. So, you started running in the narrow space between the wooden fence and the wall of the house, Curtis whining somewhere behind and the little girl sobbing. 

It was pretty soon that you realized this was the stupidest shit you had done done in a while. The gap between the house and the fence got completely closed in seconds with at least fifty biters, and when you turned around to try and run back into the backyard, you realized the biters on this side too had closed the gap, efficiently trapping you. Well, not exactly efficiently. Let's not give them all the credit for this maneuver, they're unable to even think. No, you allowed them to corner you. And right now, as those two waves of torn arms, rotten flesh and clacking teeth are coming to you from both directions, you take conscience of the imensity of your screw-up. You also realize that you don't really fear your death, sure it'll suck because it'll be brutal and painful and you don't really want to die, but you think more about Curtis and the girl. You brought them into this position, and they're gonna pay with you.