traded my life [TWD]

『81』

I dig through the ambulance before finding a little baggie of face masks.

"It's not much.. But, it's something," I offer, opening the bag.

"How many?" he asks.

"Not enough," I deny. "Maybe ten."

A flu outbreak killed Carl's friend, Patrick. He turned in the cell block and attacked the others in there.

"We'll distribute to the ones that weren't exposed," Rick decides.

Slowly, I put a mask on. Rick tries to laugh.

"If you didn't put it on, I was gonna make you," he admits. "You've got the kids and you cook for people.. You need one."

"Can you breathe in that thing?" Daryl asks.

"Just the same," I assure. "Koreans wear these everywhere. I used to wear them all the time."

"Yeah, when you tried stealing phones from old women," Rick teases.

"Mary Poppins better hope to God she got-got in the beginning of this or else I'd hunt her and her stick of death down," I scoff.

"Beth needs one. Hershel, Carl, Maggie, Michonne could use one," Rick begins to name off. "The entire council was exposed."

"We need a quarantine zone," I offer. "Separate those that are sick and those that are still unexposed."

"That's a good idea," Rick says. "Get the kids as far away from it as we can. Hershel said they're the most vulnerable."

"Rick!" Maggie screams. "Guys! Help!"

My head jerks up and I look for her. She waves us over in a panic.

"Shit," Rick curses. "The fence!"

I hop out of the ambulance and run along with Rick and Daryl. We bolt to the weakened spot that a herd was pushing up against.

"The noise drew 'em out and now this part's starting to give!" Maggie screams, stabbing one of the weapons into the walkers.

I slide on the gravel and snatch one of the wooden spears from the fence.

"Maggie! Here!" I shout, tossing her a mask.

She hurriedly puts it on and resumes killing walkers. I make it to her side and stab through the holes in the fence.

"Are you seeing this?" Sasha asks, motioning to the ground by the fence.

I glance down, seeing a trail of dead rats.

"Is someone feeding these things?" Sasha continues.

"Heads up!" Daryl shouts.

I jump and turn around. "This side, go!"

The group hurries to the fence that was about to give, walkers nearly over our head as they climb on top of one another, the fence looking more like a ramp.

"Watch it, watch it, watch it!" Rick screams, pulling me back.

A walker was nearly touching the barbed wire that lines the top of the fence. We back up, but the fence keeps closing in.

"It's gonna give!" Rick shouts.

I place my foot on the fence and try pushing it back. The others follow suit as we try to keep the fence up.

"Watch your hands!" Glenn screams above the chaos.

It takes all the strength in my body to not crumble under the weight of the fence.

"What do we do?" Tyreese asks.

A walker in front of me, more so above me, gets pushed further and further into the wire. The eye pops out, his head splitting. The blood pours over my stomach.

"I got an idea!" I say. "Can y'all stay here?"

"We got it, just do what you need to!" Rick says.

"Sasha, open the gate!" I lead.

Sasha takes off to the gate without question.

"Maggie!" I shout. "Let's go!"

Maggie and I back away from the fence and take off running. I run as fast as I can to the ambulance. I continue to remind myself that the others were seconds away from being crushed by the fence.

I hop into the ambulance and open the visor, catching the keys as they fall. Maggie climbs into the passenger seat. I rotate the wheel and start the truck, all but flying down the road and to the fence.

Once we're out of the prison, Sasha closes the gate once more.

The tires skid as I turn around the corner, heading to the treeline. I turn the sirens on and back up toward the fence that was falling.

"Come on," I urge, bouncing my leg nervously. "Come on!"

Walkers begin pooling around the back of the ambulance. Maggie jumps back, startled when a walker slams it's hand on her window. I inch the ambulance forward, but I couldn't see past the walkers.

"I need some eyes in the back," I tell Maggie.

She crawls out of her seat and stumbles to the back. She peers through the two windows in the back.

"Little more," she urges.

I pull the truck forward, tapping the steering wheel.

"Just take it slow and let 'em stay on us. I'll let you know if they stray."

We continue down the road, a herd of walkers on our trail, the sirens I turned on only bringing more over.

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈--

i was gonna speed through this part but then i had an idea so we're detouring big time

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