Don't Dream It's Over // Glenn Rhee

Chapter 18

"You keep your mouth shut. You don't say a word."

Kira

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The moans and groans, snarls and growls filled my body with fear and adrenaline. I tried my hardest to keep Shane up on his feet. It wasn't broken, but we figured it was sprained from both of us jumping out of the gym windows. Everything seemed to be going according to plan. We were able to distract the walkers while we made a run for the FEMA trailers. We made it inside, grabbed the medical equipment Hershel needed. And just when we thought we were okay, the door swung open and all the walkers were spread out, quickly turning their attention on us. Since then, it went downhill. 

Shane and I were forced to climb out of the school gyms window. I made it down easily with the help from Shane. But as he made his way down carefully, a walker had caught him by surprised and he landed on his ankle wrong. Barely able to put pressure on it, I helped him move across the school grounds. We soon meet up with Otis again, who escaped through the schools locker room windows, bigger windows for his size as he claimed. 

For a while we were trapped. The doors behind us locked and us locking the gate to keep the walkers from swarming us. Shane had the good idea to shoot out the windows and make a run through the school. We were able to easily escape, but with firing rounds after rounds, we knew we were going to run out before we could make it out. But we weren't going to give up. Not yet. Everything took a sudden turn. A horrible, terrifyingly turn.

"How many rounds you got?" Shane pants heavily.

"Four. You?" Otis asks.

"Five and one in the pipe." Shane answers. "Kira?"

"None. I'm all out." I huff out. We turn our heads and see the large group of walkers coming towards us. 

"Come on!" Shane shouts through gritted teeth. I hook his arm around me, holding on tight as we began moving. Otis fires a shot, Shane turning over his shoulder and firing a shot himself. Each man took turns firing their gun. It wasn't til Shane and I trip over each other and we slam to the asphalt.

"Come on, come on!" I call to Shane. 

"We're gonna make it. Let's go." Otis calls. He pulls Shane up on his feet, but we don't move yet. "I'm down to my last." Otis warns.

"Me, too." Shane says. I look behind me, seeing the walkers closing in on us. Shane removes his arm from around my neck.

"I'm sorry." He claims. Otis throws Shane a confused look. Without warning, Shane aims his gun down at Otis' knee and fires his last round. In pain, Otis screams and instantly collapse to the ground. Panic fills my head and I instantly began fighting against Shane, screaming frantically and trying to pull him back.

"What are you doing?! Why'd you do that?! Shane, stop!" Shane let's out loud shouts as he fought against me, and Otis, trying to pry Otis' backpack off of him. I lock my arms around Shane's neck, placing him in a chokehold. Otis reaches up, grabbing a fistful of his hair, keeping him locked in place.

"Let go of me! Let me go!" Shane screams. 

"Stop! We have to go!" I scream.

"Give it up! Give it!" Shane screams down at Otis. Shane quickly brings his elbow back and jabs me in my ribs multiple times til I couldn't hold any longer and I release him, dropping to the ground. He punches Otis a few times and finally sets himself free of Otis' death grip. He turns to me, his eyes dark, wide, full of anger and craze. 

"Get up! Get the hell up!" He shouts at me. I do as I'm told and he shoves a bag into my hand, holding onto me for support. We make our escape, hearing Otis scream out in pain as the walkers all drop down to their knees and begin tearing away at his flesh. I glance back behind me, seeing the dark puddles of blood forming around the ground. Otis' screams echoing in my head.