Falling into the Undead

What decision to take

Falling into the Undead

Chapter Seventeen

What decision to take

Here is the next chapter! We're getting close to the end now. I hope you enjoy it!

We talked about making it

I'm sorry that you never made it

-Wires by The Neighborhood

The picture in front of Remington's eyes caused her heart to drop into her stomach. The grip on her gun was tight, and before the van had come to a stop she was climbing over Glenn, forcing the door open, and falling out into the night. She would apologize later for how her knees and elbows dug painfully into him in her struggle to get out of the van.

Behind her, she could hear Merle yell out, but nothing was going to stop her. Somewhere in the mess of screaming bodies and fighting figures, were her children.

She raised her gun, firing out a shot, causing the body to collapse inches away from Carol, and Sophia. Her eyes darted around, struggling to catch sight of the familiar faces she needed to see, but none of those around her were her kids. Carol sniffled, and cried, as she clutched tightly to Sophia, and Remington didn't have it in her to coddle the woman. Instead, she latched on tightly to her arm, tugging her to her feet, and shoving her toward the van. The other three men had exited the vehicle, and though Morgan had disappeared in search of his son, Glenn was quick to step forward to help.

"Where are they?" Remington asked.

"With Shane and Daryl," Carol cried as she shoved her daughter into the safety of the van.

"Stay inside," Remington commanded, not needing anyone floating around and distracting her. This Carol was not the woman who could take care of herself. Sophia even less so. They would be a distraction. One that Remington didn't need.

She felt as if her focus shifted, and nothing but what she needed to do became crystal clear. All other thoughts fled her mind. Merle's voice faded into the background and Remington jumped into the fray.

She shot and hacked away at anything that came too close and got in her way. Blood splattered her clothes, but she ignored the sensation, and the fear of the Undead, as she pushed through. Remington wasn't sure if Merle was still right behind her. His voice had faded away a while ago. She could have left him behind, or he had decided to save his strength for fighting. For a fleeting second concern over his well-being tugged at her attention until she spotted a familiar face by the fires.

Daryl. Next to him was Landon. The boy looked tired, as Daryl kept him pressed against his back, as they slowly backed away toward the R.V. The blade of the machete he clung to glinted red in the light of the fire. Remington's heartbeat sped up as she lunged across the distance between them.

A walker stumbled forward, eyes intent on latching onto Daryl's arm, and before the man could swing his bow at it, Remington was right there. She sliced down with the machete in her hands, tearing it through its head, as it came to an abrupt stop before collapsing to the ground.

Letting out a huff of air Remington shoved the hair from her eyes as she pushed past Daryl to grab at Landon. Her eyes did a quick survey, noticing how none of the blood was his own, and that he was fine, before turning to Daryl. She did the same to him, except she kept her hands to herself thinking he wouldn't appreciate that.