Jaime sat on the steps of the camper watching the others loot dozens of piled up cars on the freeway. Dozens was an understatement. It was more like hundreds, with most of the them siphoned clean of gas already. "Jaime, let us know if you need anything." Lorie walked by her, handing her an unopened bottle of Gatorade. "I will. Thanks."
Jaime still honestly felt sick to her stomach because of what happened at the CDC. She was afraid of herself to some degree, feeling that most of it was her fault. She knew she didn't lock that bathroom door. "Carl, always within my sight okay?" Lorie looked at her son, as Carol did as well. "You too, Sophia."
Jaime found it funny that nobody said the same thing to her. Not even before the apocalypse did anybody say it. She could spend all day outside and wouldn't have to come home until Topanga screamed her name down the neighborhood and went on a cigarette run.
"Jaime, keep an eye and ear out for walkers. I know you can't do much else." Dale was standing on the roof of the camper doing the same.
There really wasn't much Jaime could do, she could walk around the camper but walking around the highway they were stopped on or the chance of needing to run from a hoard of walkers would be a no go, as she only had one of her boots on and her right foot was wrapped up in bandages.
"Hey, Dale?" Jaime moved down to the first step, looking out towards the highway. "Jaime?"
"You see that?" She heard Dales feet shuffling around as he moved to get a closer look at whatever Jaime was seeing. "I don't see anything, just miles and miles of cars." Dale sighed, "You looking west?"
"Yeah, I thought I saw a walker."
"Better to imagine it than see one for real."
"Yeah, true I guess."
"That boy, Carl. He's taken a liking to you."
"I've started noticing, he's a nice boy. Probably hasn't had a friend other than Sophia in a long time."
"Son of a bitch."
"Dale? What is it?" Jaime stood up, holding onto the railing of the camper. "Jaime, get inside! Lock the door behind you."
"What?"
"Walkers!"
Jaime limped back up the stairs, closing the door to the camper behind her. She fiddled with the lock, realizing it was jammed, rusted in the unlocked position. "Shit, shit, shit!" She whispered.
She ditched the lock, limping to the back of the camper as she slid into one of the small closets. She pulled the louver door shut, able to see through the slits in the wood. Her pistol was on the otherwise of the camper in her bag.
She took a quiet breath, opening the closet door as she looked around. She could see a few walkers passing by the camper through the windows. "If I'm quiet and fast enough I can grab my pistol without alerting any walkers."
She stood up slowly, holding onto the wall as she hobbled towards her bag, sitting on the corner of the sofa. She glanced towards the window once more as she reached for her bag. It was a whole fucking hoard of walkers passing by.
She picked up her bag, pulling the pistol out as she made sure it was loaded and had more than one bullet.
The door to the camper swung open as Jaime dropped to the floor, holding her pistol in her hands.
A walker had busted open the door to the camper, or maybe it had swung open in the wind. Either way, it came up the stairs, quietly groaning and searching for any victim. Jaime crawled underneath the table as she covered her mouth with her hand. The walker passed by her, exploring the back of the camper and bumping into things as it attracted more walkers. A second and third walker came exploring.
Jaime stayed underneath the table, as calm and composed as one could be in that situation.
She heard footsteps outside the camper as she mentally prepared herself for more walkers.
"Jaime! Jaime, you alright?"
The walkers turned around quickly at the sound of Topanga's voice, as she got to the top of the stairs.
She let out a loud ear piercing shriek, alerting any walker within a five mile radius as the three inside came hurdling at her. "Mom, watch out!" Jaime yelled, coming out from under the table as she held her pistol up, shooting the walker closest to Topanga in the head, as it dropped. "Jaime, kill them!"
Jaime yelled, shooting the second one as she tried reloading her pistol and dropped it on the ground. "Fuck!" She pushed herself forward, grabbing the last remaining walker by its shirt collar as she pulled it back, "Mom, fucking stab it!" Jaime yelled, trying to keep it down as it reached for her with its hands and groaned. "Baby, I can't! Baby I'm scared!" Topanga was hysterical now, and in tears. "Give me your knife!" Jaime yelled impatiently, holding her hand up as she dug her knees into the walkers shoulders. "Mom! Give me the fucking knife!" She screamed, startling Topanga as she tossed the knife in Jaime's direction.
Jaime caught it, bringing it down on the walkers eye, as blood splashed up and covered her shirt and face. The door to the camper banged open, as a loud gunshot echoed, and Jaime fell back.
"Is everybody alright?" Shane put his gun down, glancing at the two of them.
"It was already dead, you didn't need to shoot it." Jaime sighed, wiping the blood off her face with her shirt as she stood up, stepping over the walker as she grabbed her mom's hand. "Pull it together, you're fine."
"Jesus, Jaime!" Dale spoke, walking up besides Shane, "That ain't your blood is it? Were you bitten?"
"No, I'm fine. She's fine." Jaime shook her head, putting one foot down the steps as she winced, and Shane grabbed her arm. "Let me help you, Jaime."
Jaime swatted his hand away, "Don't touch me, I've got it." Dale and Shane moved out of her way as she stood on the highway, using the side of the camper to hold herself up as she saw the others come running. "Shane! Sophia took off!"
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The Undead Secret (A Walking Dead Fan Fiction)
Horror"The Undead Secret" tells the gripping tale of Jaime Joy and her cigarette addicted mother navigating a world ravaged by catastrophe and the undead roaming. Convinced her father died before she was born, Jaime finds friends and in the chaos, encount...
