In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 33: Vengeance

"Looks like we're gettin' closer." Daryl said as we passed by some buildings. "The building we want is just up ahead."

Daryl led us carefully through the learning resources center and into one of the veterinary labs. Papers scattered on the floor, and stools were pushed out. Just like Hershel predicted, nothing had been touched. Michonne grabbed some rubbing alcohol that sat on one of the work stations.

However, the next room over was the mother load. Tall wooden cabinets filled with medications.

"Anything ending with -cillin or -cin, grab it." Bob instructed me as I rummaged through the cabinet. "We'll dissolve the pills in the IVs, put 'em right into the bloodstream. Dosage will be tricky, but considering the time we lost..."

Daryl and Michonne walked in from being in another lab room, thinking they could find some more items there.

"How'd you do?" I asked, shoving bottles into my bag.

"Bags, tubes, clamps, connectors. Everything on the list." Michonne replied.

"What about y'all?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah, we got it all." Bob answered.

"Alright, let's roll." Daryl lifted the weighted down bag over his shoulder, and picked up his crossbow.

We  made our way back down the hallway where we came from, but as you'd know it a few walkers crept out of a room, making us have to choose a different route. We kept behind Daryl as we followed the emergency exit signs on the walls.

"Up ahead." Michonne pointed out a staircase with an exit sign above it.

We navigated our way though a dark room that was filled with animal cages. But when we reached the staircase, it was padlocked, with walkers behind it.

"How many?" Daryl asked, shining his light through the small crack trying to get an number.

"I can't tell." I said trying to peek through the crack.

The walkers that we had ran from in the hallway were now stumbling in rom the door we just came from.

"We can take 'em!" Michonne said getting her sword ready,

"No! They're infected. Same at the prison. We fire at them, get their blood on us, breathe it in. We didn't come all this way to get sick." Bob urged.

"How do we know the ones in there aren't any different?" She asked.

"We don't" I said.

"Well, its gotta change sometime." Daryl found a chair, breaking a leg off in order to break the padlock on the door.

He shoved the leg behind the padlock, using all his strength. After a couple tries, the padlock finally broke. The door swung open, three walkers stumbling through the door.

Michonne took out two of them with one swing of her sword, while I took the other out with my knife. Thankfully it was only those three behind that door.

We exited the stairwell on the next level up, killing a few walkers that exited their rooms. We were still being followed by more and more diseased baring walkers. We tired another stairwell door only for it to be stuck.

"Don't have an exit." Michonne breathed heavily.

"Then we make one." Daryl climbed up onto a large window sill.

I grabbed a fire extinguisher that was hanging on the wall near me, "Get down!" I yelled as I threw it into the window causing it to shatter.

We each jumped out of the window onto a platform. I was almost to the end of it when I heard a thud and yelling. I turned back and saw Bob laying on the edge with his bag dangling over. Walkers stood below him, tugging at his bag, but Bob didn't want to let go.