Falling into the Undead
Chapter Four
Merle Dixon does not care
So, I'll be updating every Sunday. It works out better for me. Weekends have been busier for me than normal and I don't see that ending any time soon. So, Sunday nights have been the only nights where I get to sit down and chill out.
Merle gets a lot of screen time here. Honestly, I don't know how or why he took over as he did, but I love writing him.
Please, enjoy!
Be not so nervous
be not so frail
Someone watches you
you won't fail
Be not so fearful by A.C. Newman
Her mind felt foggy, and her body hurt, mostly her head, but that wasn't what caught her attention. She had been dragged from her slumber by the growling dog who had shoved her sleeping body over on the couch. Remington was now laying half off, her head spinning, as she softly shoved at Nala who was standing on top of her.
"Nala, down girl," she said, her voice raspy. The dog ignored her, focused on whatever was happening on the other side of the glass. "Nala."
"You shouldn't curse in front of her," Landon's voice drifted from outside. It was raised in pitch, frightened, but determined to be brave. Remington frowned as she tried pushing herself up into a sitting position. The weakness in her limbs made it hard, and she worried about the haziness of her mind. Why was Landon outside? Hadn't she mentioned that they weren't allowed to leave the cabin? She couldn't have been out long, and the kids had always followed her instructions without a fuss.
"Maisie," she called out, her voice hardly at a normal level. Her eyes darted around the room, but she saw no sign of the girl or Pixel. "Fuck." Was she outside as well? Narrowing her eyes Remington forced the dog off her as she slowly picked herself up from the couch. It was slow work, and once on her legs, the world tilted on its axis, throwing her out of balance. Nala abandoned her task of barking at the window as she helped steady the woman from falling over. It was hard to stay on her own two feet but by gripping at the wall she managed to slide across the room toward the door. Twisting the door handle Remington hastily pulled it open as she heard the voice of a man replying to Landon. It sounded familiar, but in her fever-induced haze, the name slipped from her memory.
Stumbling through the door she heard how the wood slammed against the side of the building, but it sounded far away in her ears.
"Who ta fuck are yah?" came the deep voice of the male from before. His southern drawl was thick, and alarms began to go off inside her mind, but she pushed them aside as her eyes landed on the two children who stood in front of the man. Landon had pushed the smaller girl behind him, standing defiantly between the two. Pixel was at his side, his hackles raised, and a growl low in his throat.
"Get away from them," she tried to say but the words were weak as she stumbled down the steps and across the lawn. Her eyes were focused solely on the children, missing what the men looked like, and in her daze couldn't focus on more than one task at a time. Right, this instant she thought it was far more important to get them away from him first. Her hands gripped their shoulders, tugging them behind her, but the action caused her to be pulled off balance again, as she barely caught her footing. Landon's hands shot out to help her, and she gripped his arm to steady herself.
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Falling into the Undead
FanfictionRemi never would have chosen this path, especially not with her daughter dragged along for the ride. But it did save a little boy's life and she didn't want to think about what would have happened otherwise. Perhaps she could save a few more along t...