Shawn's hands trembled as he tried desperately to keep his grip on the gun. The two men walked forward, the carried an intimidating aura about them.
VICTOR: I didn't think there'd be more survivors roaming around here. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say you three probably came here to check out those gunshots...
Tyler then spotted the deceased child that Layla had cradled in her arms
TYLER: Oh hey! Look Victor, that's the girl you shot right?
Layla's eyes widened as she looked up at the two men standing before her. Her heart raced, a mix of fear and anger coursing through her veins. She tightened her grip on the small body...
LAYLA: You two did this?
Layla's voice trembled with a mixture of grief and fury. Her eyes bore into Victor and Tyler, her gaze filled with a fierce and intense hate. The lifeless form of the child in her arms was a painful reminder of the two men's cruelty. Tyler chuckled, his voice dripping with arrogance as he responded to Layla's accusation
TYLER: Hey now, don't be like that, we were only carrying out orders. She was doomed from the start. I like to think of it as more of a... mercy killing
Vince could feel his blood boil at the nonchalant attitude that Tyler displayed. With his sights set squarely on Tyler's head, Vince spoke
VINCE: You're one sick piece of shit, you know that don't you!?
Tyler's gaze met Vince's for just a moment before rolling his eyes. Though what did interest Tyler, was the young boy who had his own gun trained on Victor. Finding it a bit amusing, Tyler elbowed his partner in the side to gain his attention.
TYLER: Get a load of this kid, Vic!
Victor's eyes then met the green of Shawn's, the boy gulped, steadying his weapon as he tried to choke back the fear. The two locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, it was as if Victor was staring into the boy's very soul
VICTOR: Hmm...
TYLER: Hmm? what is "Hmm?" is that code, or? like am I missing something?
VICTOR: What's your name, brat?
Shawn's voice quivered, but he managed to respond, his determination pushing him forward.
SHAWN: It's Shawn. Shawn Everett!
Victor's gaze intensified, his eyes probing Shawn's. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a hint of curiosity.
VICTOR: Shawn, huh? You're quite brave, pointing that gun at me. But let me tell you something, kid. This world doesn't favor the brave or the innocent. It's a world of survival, where only the ruthless prevail. Right now for example, it wouldn't take much effort, for two highly trained soldiers like myself this idiot I call a partner to put holes in all three of you...
TYLER: Who's the idiot?
Victor's explanation caused Layla to stand slowly with the dead child in her arms as she made her way over to Shawn, standing in front of him protectively
VICTOR: Oh?
LAYLA: I'll kill the both of you before I let any of that happen!
Suddenly, a sea of walkers came pouring into the area, drawn by the commotion and noise. Groans and moans filled the air as the relentless horde closed in on Victor, Tyler, Layla, Shawn, and Vince. Victor and Tyler, relatively calm amidst the chaos, exchanged a knowing glance as the walkers closed in. Victor's expression hardened, and he turned back to face Layla, Shawn, and Vince. His voice carried a very cold and matter-of-fact tone...
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THE WALKING DEAD: Survival Legacy
Fanfiction"Finding my father handcuffed to a radiator with a bullet In his head is an image I'll never be able to erase. If I ever find who took him from me, I'll be sure to return the favor." ~ Shawn Everett A walking dead fanfic like no other, In this story...
