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122: ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ

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"Back when all . . . this first happened. I was in the city."

Pope. That was Beanie's name. 

And he was currently telling his life story. 

Sami's legs were tied together at the ankles, but he could get his leg out of his fake one to find that knife. So, he did that, as Pope had his back to him and was trying to tell him shit he didn't need to know.

"The bombs fell, and me and my crew . . . we ran for a church. We stayed together, as the city burnt, and the first place of shelter we found was a church. 

He pulled his residual limb up so that his jeans came off of the leg, and saw the knife embedded just below the knee. Carefully, using his foot and residual limb, he lifted the leg to his right hand. 

". . . I looked around at my people, and they were . . . fine. Untouched by the flames that were eating our city . . . "

He continued on, and Sami got his hand on the knife, carefully pulling it out. It was small. But it would do. Wouldn't reach anything important, but it would help somehow. 

First, Sami cut his right hand free, then his left, but had to keep it exactly where it was. It was too agony to move it. He had to wait. 

Then, he cut his legs free, and got his leg back into his prosthetic. 

". . . God had chosen us. He had put his hands on us and found us holy . . . "

Sami would've laughed at the guy if he wasn't about to kill him, and trying to be quiet. 

He stood, and realized just how much pain he was in. He hadn't stood himself in probably a few days, and it was completely agony. 

But he just cringed. He didn't make a sound.

He quietly make his way over to the man, who was too wrapped up in his story to hear him. 

However, he was turning around for dramatic effect when Sami reached him. 

He stabbed him in the shoulder, before slamming him to the ground.

But, of course, it wasn't that easy. Sami was slow, and honestly probably close to death, which made him unaware he was knocked off his feet until he was on the ground. 

He coughed, laying on the ground, body convulsing, but Pope seemed none the worse for wear. 

"I have God protectin' me." He spoke, getting to his feet and standing atop of Sami, who reached for one of the knives that had been on the table, falling to the ground when he fell, but Pope put his boot on his arm, right on the wound on his elbow, making him yell in pain. "He abandoned you. Long ago."

He coughed, again, his body jolting as blood splattered around his mouth, as he turned his head to look at Pope.

He tilted his head. "Seems he's taken things into his own hands. Takin' you out on his own. I'll save our Lord the trouble."

Sami's other hand, which he could hardly feel, thanks to the mind numbing agony of loosing his finger, closed around something. Pliers. He could work with that. 

"You believe in God, son?"

Sami shook his head.

He nodded, licking the inside of his mouth. "I wonder what keeps you going, then. If not God, what is there to fight for? One might say family, but . . . God, he is what holds us together. So . . . why are you still alive? Still tellin' us nothin'?"

Sami tried to breath, but it was coming out ragged. His eyes kept closing, though he was doing it on purpose. He muttered something. 

"What was that?" Pope chuckled, and crouched over him, making him yell out as more weight was on his elbow. "Didn't quite catch it."

Sami waited. He could see he was curious. Actually wanted to hear.

So he took a breath, and spoke louder, but his throat was hoarse, too much air through it making him cough, so he was slow. "I made a promise . . . that I would see my daughter . . . grow up."

The pliers went into Pope's ankle over Sami's over elbow, which made both of them yell out, with the pain in Sami's non-existent finger, and his elbow, while Pope fell. 

Sami scrambled, and managed to grab the saw used for torture as Pope grabbed his ankle, pulling him back. But using Pope's own strength against him, Sami shoved the saw as deep into Pope's shoulder as he could, making him yell as blood spewed over Sami, before he kicked him off him, and made for the door, rushing out of it, but not before grabbing Pope's knife and gun as he bled out on the floor.

He made his way out to the hall, limping, but staying as quiet as he could. He probably was leaving a trail of blood, but he didn't care. He needed to get out. 

They found him pretty quickly. 

A man saw him and yelled, and then ran at him. Which was stupid. So Sami took him out easily. The next one ran at him too fast, meaning he had to duck under his machete, unable to pull the knife from the head of the last one fast enough. 

As he spun around to attack him again, Sami ducked into a nearby room, seeing a sweeping brush. He used it first to block a blow, making it snap in half, and the Reaper got cocky, before swinging again. 

Sami ducked under his arm, and stabbed him through the stomach with the broken brush. 

He kicked him in the knee, when another man swung at Sami, making him duck and fall thanks to his head spinning. 

He grabbed the knife from dead sweeping brush, and stabbed him in the neck to make sure, before standing and stabbing the other guy in the head, making him instantly fall. 

As he leaned down, panting, to pull the knife from the man's head, he was knocked to the ground by a kick to the ribs, letting out a yell. 

The man advanced on him, knife in hand, and Sami kicked him with his wooden leg, making the man fall, and grabbed his arm, twisting his own knife around to stab the man in the throat, before quickly pulling it out. 

His warm blood spewed onto him, his body throbbing with it's final heartbeats, before Sami pushed the man off of him. 

He got shakily to his feet, and made his way to the 'exit' door, leaving the bodies behind. 

Outside, it was starting to get dark, and it looked as if the people he'd fought had been on guard duty over here, since the walls were empty. 

If Sami was in better shape, he'd take them all down and take the food now. But he couldn't. He'd end up just dead. So, he walked to the wall, up the steps, and jumped off the side to the grass below. 

Then, he made his way to the trees. Quickly. 

He just walked and walked. He remembered Negan saying the the hills were North, so that's where he went. But he kept coughing. All he had on him was a knife. The blood was coming up worse, and when it came to puking there was nothing more to throw up, yet he'd lay there, heaving for what felt like hours. 

He heard voices, a few hours after dawn, and made his way towards them. 

He saw a walker, and another tied to a tree. And Another sitting by the tree, knees pulled up to her chest. 

Whisperers? Now?

He could feel too many memories coming back. The screams. The blood upon the ground. 'look'.

"Sami." One of the whisperers said, looking at him.

He took a step forward, and collapsed. 

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sorry this is short, I need SLEEP

bye bye

also pope isn't dead just knocked out ig idk people found him or something he's still alive

Also idk if this fight shit is good, it's actually been ages since Sami's had a full on fight, like irl a good few months so idk how I feel about this one