Survivor

Chapter 8 Dying fire part 1

CARL POV
I heard Amber let out a blood curdling scream as she darted from Hershel's to the field. I ran after after her gasping in shock as Dale lay on the floor, guts and bites everywhere. Walker sat on top of him enjoying the taste of his blood and flesh.

AMBER POV:
"No!" I screamed as I watched Dale get ripped to peices in horror. I grabbed a large rock with all the streigth I had in me and through it at the biter. Everyone stopped, watched me as I bashed the walkers head in multiple times. I smashed it's skull and soon blood soaking my clothes.

Everyone still watching. I turned around to see everyone looking in horror. Carl looked as if he was going to hurl. Daryl with a smile. I didn't stop until the walker stopped twitching. I started at Dale as others accumulated. Rick nodded at Daryl.
"Sorry brother." Daryl wispered as he pointed his crossbow at him. The arrow collided with his skull. He's gone. I thought to myself. He watched Shane. He warned us. We didn't listen.

I looked at Dale. His horrified expression plastered on his face. I stood up and walked away. Carl ran after me and handed me my back pack. I walked to my room leaving Carl behind watching me walk away. He looked up at the stars.

I got to the room I was staying with Daryl and Carol in and dumped everything out of my bag. I looked for the photo of me and my sister. I sat on the floor as tears streamed down my face.

Carl knocked in the door.

"Hey Amber. You don't have to be afraid to show emotion, it's okay to cry." Carl spoke loudly. "You can be attached to people Amber!" He shouted.
"Everyone I'm close to dies. I don't want to hurt anyone when I die! I yelled back.
"Make your life worth living!" He said quietly.

I got up and opened the door. His lips parted. As he looked at me. He looked sad. I hugged him.
"I'm just numb to death." I wispered in his ear.

We stood and looked outside the window. Carl gasped I saw what he saw. We ran as fast as we could. We split up, Carl went to his father who was arguing with Shane again and I went to go warn the others.

There's a herd.

CARL POV:
I saw my dad and Shane arguing again. I saw something in the distance. A herd. I sprinted out the door leaving Amber trailing behind. Shane and my father, having another fist fight. Finally they stopped I was still far a head of them when I noticed my father get up. Shane didint.

Was he dead?

"Dad?"
"Carl. Shane is a bad man." He wispered.
My dad looked at me in my blue eyes. I looked in his. I raised my gun.
"Carl?" He asked me.
Bang. I shot my pistol aiming for Shane.
"Dad you didn't kill the brain." I told him.
He looked in shock as he watched Shane twitch on the ground.

He patted me on the shoulder and we started heading back.

AMBER POV:
I noticed Carl and Rick heading back for the farm. I was in the shed looking for guns. I found enough rifles so I ran to the house. I looked over to Carl and Rick. The herd was getting bigger and bigger, each walker streaming out of the woods.

I headed inside.
"Guys take one each. There's a herd!" I yelled as I entered. Everyone turned to me, and shot up off there asses and took a look outside.

When I looked out I noticed Carl and Rick sprinting around all of the walkers and headed into the barn.

As everyone was on the deck no one noticed when I slipped away. I quietly sprinted into the barn before they closed it. Yeah. I'm stealthy as fuck.

"Guys what do we do. There everywhere." Carl asked.
"I have an idea. Go up there with this lighter. Okay. I want you, on my count through it down here okay." I answered.
"Uh ok, be careful." Carl told me as he climed the steps to the top of the barn.

When they reached the top for safety I ran over to the side of the barn and grabbed gasoline and speared it all over the hay on the ground.

I walked over to the door and took of the metal bar keeping them out. Carl and Rick still watching me. I saw tears in his eyes.
I won't die! I thought to myself. As I stepped backwards, the small herd at the door came piling in.
"Now!" I yelled at Carl.
He flicked the switch and dropped the lighter.

I got up just the right time. We watched as they burned into flames. Then Dale's old RV pulled up. We jumped onto the RV from the top window and climbed down we went to the front of the RV and noticed they were already feasting on Jimmy.

Cars and Daryl's motercycle going in circles as the person in the passenger seat would shoot. Smart. I waved to Daryl. He noticed me and came to me.
"Hop on." He yelled.
So I did as told. Daryl did the same as the others. He drove and I shot. It was a bit harder to shoot because it was bumpy, but I got the hang of it.

The barn was quickly going down in flames. Wait! Where's Carl and Rick! I yelled at myself.

Me and Daryl went a different way and did the primitor.

Walkers everywhere. Burning. Biting. Dying again. It was madness.

We were on the bike when I noticed Rick and Carl run into the woods.
Carl. I wispered into my head. I'm never going to see him again. I added.

Me and Daryl went to Hershel's. Lori stormed outside, she was worried. I knew it.

"Lori! Carl and Rick are okay! I saw them run into the woods!" I yelled as I sprinted toward them.
"Amber!" Carol yelled.

I turned to the right. A walker pilled on top of me. I shot it in the head with my pistol. Blood all over my face.

Beth and Lori helped me up.
"Are you sure it was them?" She asked me.
"Well Is there another person with a sheriff suit and a boy the hight of me with a sheriff hat?" I said sarcastically.

"Oh my god!" She yelled.
She hugged me tightly.
"Thank you, thank you!" She added.

The others ran outside, Beth, Carol, Lori and Patrisha.
"Hershel!" We yelled as we tried to get his attention.
"This is my farm and I'll die here!"
Hershel yelled.
"Come on let's go. He's not coming!" I yelled at Patrisha.

We ran for the cars. Beth and Patrisha linked hands. A walker grabbed her and she fell to the ground Patrisha's neck getting ripped apart.

Beth stood there watching her mom die. She didn't move but scream. I sprinted to her grabbed her hand and tucked it into mine.
"She's gone Beth." I wispered.
Tears rolling down her cheeks.

"But we need to go." I told her.
She nodded and we ran, she looked back to her mom for the last time.

We got to the red truck and Lori hopped in with Beth and Andrea.

Where's Carol? I thought. She was cornered by some walkers
As they got close, she leaned against the wall, covered her eyes and cried. Bang bang. They were gone I took her hands and put them into mine.

T-dog, Lori, Beth were in a blue truck. I waved and to them to just leave. I dragged Carol to the red truck and saw a walker inside.
"Where do we go!" She yelled at me.
"Daryl!" I shouted.
We shouted even more. But he couldn't here us. He took off.

Carol and I were running for our sweet lives when we got surrounded.
We screamed as loud as we could hopping someone would here us. Then Daryl on his motercycle came.
I held them off as Carol jumped on.
"I'll be back. Stay alive!" He yelled at me.
Tears rolling off my cheeks. I fought For ten minutes. Hopping he'll come.

I could hear Daryl's motercycle in the distance. They were cleared so I hopped on.
"Where are we going?" I asked him
"We're is Carol?" I added.
"She's with T-Dog, Lori, Beth. I don't know where Andrea is though.

Then we took off. I looked back. I noticed. That the red truck was moving. The blue truck and the van.

The thought of Carl dying made me cry.
"I don't want us to die." His words ringed in my head.

I noticed the blue truck, going through the field, the van, going behind Hershel's barn, and the red truck the opposite way of me.

It looks like we're all split up.

They were everywhere. Walking. Dead. Everywhere.