Lady in Red

Chapter 11- Found

The gun jerks in my palm as I pull the trigger, my knife gripped in my left hand for any who come a little too close. Randall was right there with me, popping off rounds into the heads of the rotting corpses. He's a pretty good shot. I guess he's just not good at close combat. Something I'll need to fix at some point.

Cars zoomed by, people poking out the windows shooting off their own guns, killing as many as possible, but they just kept coming. I aim and shoot another one before whipping around and burying my knife into another's skull. "Eight o'clock!" I yell. Randall spins, stumbling a little on his bum leg before downing one who was getting a little too close.

A bright light shines from behind me and I whip around to see flames eating away at the old wood of the barn. I can only assume it was Rick or Shane.

I quickly avert my eyes from it and take down another. My heart pounded against my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins like a bad high. My vision still blurred every now and again, but ultimately it felt like I was in great health. For now.

The dirt shot up beside me when a stray bullet nearly landed in my foot. I threw my hands up at the blue truck that T-Dog was driving with Andrea as the passenger with a trigger finger. I heard a faint 'sorry' and I rolled my eyes before moving onto the next group of Rotters.

Bodies dropped all over, littering the ground. Shots rang from all over the farm and angry growls from the dead filled my ears. "There's too many of them!" I yell over all the noise and towards Randall who was slowly becoming overwhelmed. I grabbed the nearest Rotter and buried my knife into its temple before throwing it to the ground and hurrying over to the boy who was I was sure was nearly out of ammo. I stabbed the closest one to him and helped maintain the crowd.

I then grabbed his bicep and pulled him back, firing my own gun into the crowd, blinking out dust from my eyes as T-Dog drifted the truck. I glance behind me and curse as more of them flooded in.

The fences were breaking beneath their weight and the ones who found the already broken areas had their eyes set on us. The RV shot through the yard, barreling down on the crowd. The vehicle threatened to tip with as many bodies it was going over before it stopped at the barn. "Come on!" I pull Randall towards the house, shooting my last few bullets before it clicked. I shoved the gun into my waist band with a curse and pull out my other knife. I stop when the fencing began falling over, Rotters flooding in. "Shit. Shit." I then change directions, running as fast as I could with mine and Randall's injuries.

"What're we going to do?" He asks, fear in his voice as he uses the last of his bullets. I don't know. My eyes dart around the sea of dead, the burning barn and the flashing headlights of cars zooming past. We can't wave down anyone, no one will see. Then my eyes settle on the shed. I yank the boy in the direction we're going and let go of him. He started running with me—well limping.

I take down as many as I can as we go, my ribs burning from the movement. "Ah!" I stop and turn to see one of the Rotters grabbing onto the crippled boy looking to take a bite out of his arm. Twisting on of my knives in my hand, I raise it up and throw it. The heavy weight affects the accuracy, but I do get it into the Rotter, barely missing Randall. He falls with it and I run back for him, retrieving my knife while pulling him up. "Go!" I shove him towards the shed, stabbing another in the eye.

I back up, and run towards the shed which is now opened with a Rotter stumbling towards it. I bury my knife to the hilt under its jaw and slide into the cramped space, trying not to think about it. Closing the door, we stand there breathing heavily as a few of the dead bang on the door. "What do we do?"

"I don't know." I mumble."

"Miss-"

"I don't know!" I yell, going to rub my hand over my face until I see the blood on my hand. My eyes pause on the sight then they slowly drag towards the two blankets we had put in here for him when it was getting colder.