The Walking Dead Our Universe

Part III Section V-Forgiven

About 2 weeks later... One week of walking, December 31st, 2029, walking along the Nevada Humboldt River. 2:58 p.m

Courtney, with her prosthetic leg and Arm, walked along the Nevada Humboldt River along with Almon, Grayson, Rylie, who was holding Addison, Sadie, Malcolm, Robby, Billy, Alfred, Ryan, Eric, And Jordan. The cold only began to grasp stronger holds on winds as the kids' fingertips were ice-cold, turning a different color. "The kids are freezing Almon, we have to find some sort of warmth, or I dont know how much longer they're gonna last out here," Ryan called out towards Almon, walking behind him. "We will. I sent Jordan and Charlotte up ahead to scout in the distance with the horse. Maybe they will find somewhere to bunker down in." Almon Replied. "This weather when will it stop," Alfred asked. "I don't know. I don't see it clearing anytime soon. For now, we need to keep moving."Almon answered back."We lost so many people, Stephan included, the Cuban Army is probably doing whatever they feel nessisary to keep him away." Alfred responded back "of course they are but everyone needs to stay with me right now, survival is tough, there are things out there trying to kill us at every turn things that use to be us" Almon responded as they continued to walk. In the distance, Charlotte on her horse slowly started coming back. "Did you find anything?" yelled, Almon. "Yes, there's a small cabin close by to here that we can rest, might have some food and water," Charlotte said. They continued on until they saw the cabin in the distance, "this is perfect for now," Almon said as they got closer. Everyone got up to the doors and stayed back as Almon walked up to the front door. Almon pulled his gun and kicked the door in. He walked on the wooden tile like floor he turned one of the corners to see a woman and a man with a child standing there. The man holding his kid, "Please don't shoot...we aren't gonna hurt you," the woman said softly, dropping a can of beeferoni and rolling it towards Almon. "My name is Erica, this is Rolland." The black haired woman said wearing her bracelets. "This is our child, Nolland." She then said. Rolland with his brownish hair blue eyes and buff like arms. "We can help you," Rolland said. "No, stay here, it's not safe with us," Almon said as he picked up the can of beeferoni, "Thank you," Almon said gratefully. He then began walking outside. "We can't stay here, im not going to take someone's home. That's not who we are. Let's keep pushing," Almon said. Firmly as the group continued moving in hopes of finding somewhere go. They continued to walk against the cold breeze within the woods like area. "Are we almost somewhere where we can at least rest? we are all cold," Malcolm said as he began to yelp from the pressure of hands grabbing onto his body. Almon turned around to see everyone, but Malcom. "Hold on, did anyone see what happened?" Everyone shook their heads no, as almon raised his gun with his one good arm supporting it with his prosthetic arm. He continued to follow a slight scream he heard in the distance. Ryan followed Almon slowly. Almon continued walking closer towards the screams. He looked around and saw nothing in the distance. He continued to walk until he saw smoke in the distance. Almon began to Army crawl as he got closer. He crawled up the little hill. He got to the top, looking down. Malcoms Arms were spread out on a wooden table with Knives threw them. "What the F*** am I walking into?" Almon said to himself. Footsteps creeped behind him, sending shivers down his spine as he turned around to see a knife coming towards his face. He moved his head inches away from the knives tip as he pushed the man's arm out of the way. "Gerald," Almon said, his voice cracked in shock. Gerald swung the knife, slicing a bit of Almons stomach, the knifes tip cutting a blood red like line into his middle part of his belly, causing blood to drizzel on the tip of the blade. Blood slowly leaked onto the ground. The sound of a Gunshot let off as Geralds head was shot, leaving a hole blistering through his forehead. Ryan put his arm out as Almon grabbed his hand, accepting the help up. They both looked at each other and ran towards Malcom, whose hands were knived into a table. As they got closer, they saw a knife through his eyeball. "Damnit," Almon said softly as he slowly tried to pull on the knife. He tugged the knife, and a slurping gushing sound ripped as the knife was pulled from his eyeball. Almon pulled both knives from his hands and picked him up over his shoulders. "Let's go," Almon said to Ryan as they ran back to the group. Blood leaking onto Almons Green Hoodie. "We need to go back, that place it is our only hope for survival on this land, and this man, he should not have died today, he needs to be buried where he was" Almon said as he then began to lead the way back to Daly City Blessedlands County California. "We are going back to where we just came from," Rylie asked. "Yes, trust me, I have a plan that place. It stood for something, and we can make it stand for something again," Almon said as Courtney walked next to him, "how is that Mechanical leg treating you along with your arm Prosthetic" Almon asked "it is absolutely torturous" Courtney responded. "I am so sorry you went through any of this, and im am sorry I wasn't able to make it back to you or our kid, I didn't even know you were pregnant" Almon said "it's okay, I left the group during everything not knowing what happened between you and Noah, when I found Austin and the rest of the group they thought you were dead" Courtney said as Almon looked at her. "Austin, is he alive?" Almon asked. "I don't know I fell unconscious after this man lit the gas station I was in on fire, I ran outside a stumbled hitting my head on a rock and woke up to the entire place desserted" Courtney responded. "I am just so glad you are okay," Almon said.
Time went on....