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

Chapter 22

"Guys, isn't this Sophia's?"

Kira

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I press my left shoulder against the wall of dirt and trees. I reach up with my right hand, grabbing onto the tree and lifting myself up.

"You good?" Daryl huffs out. The way we're climbing up this damn mountain isn't as easy as it seems. Daryl tied us together. He wanted to make sure that he was able to give myself a lift as he climbed up.

"It would be so much easier if you'd just left me here and came back with help." I grunt. Daryl huffs out.

"And risk you dyin' out here on your own? Not a chance." He claims.

"I would've been fine." I argue. 

"I'm goin' up." He warns. I mentally prepare myself. Daryl climbs up and I feel the rope pull me upwards. I look up, seeing how far we've made it.

"Halfway there, Kira." He huffs out.

"Yet it feels so far away." I inhale deeply. Daryl suddenly loses his footing and he slips down. I gasp, watching him tumble back down. Seconds later and I'm snagged down with him. We fall back down to the bottom. I let out groans of pain, feeling my arm hurting even more.  I pick up my head and see Daryl lying on the ground. He isn't moving.

"Daryl?" I call. Nothing. I crawl my way over to him, placing my hand on his chest and shaking him. "Daryl, wake up. Come on." I say. I pause at the sound of growls filling my ears. I slowly turn my head and see three walkers coming towards us. "Shit." I hiss. I look around and find a long stick. I held it up with one hand, charging at it and jabbing the end into the walkers head. I yank it out and watch it drop down to the ground. I turn to the other walker, using the jabbing motion again. The walker stumbles to the side and the stick slips through my hand, feeling a sharp point slice my hand open. I let out curses as I back away from the walker, looking over my shoulder to keep myself form tripping over Daryl. I guide the walkers away from him. 

I easily catch myself when I trip over something behind. I look down, seeing Daryl's crossbow and an arrow. I turn back to the walkers. I allow the first walker to get close before kicking it's knee out. It falls and I stomp my heel right into it's head. I quickly drop down to the ground, grabbing the bolt, holding it in my mouth. I hook the end piece of the crossbow on one shoe, using my bloodied hand and my right foot to pull back on the string. I let out strains and grunts as I didn't realize how hard it was to pull the string back. The adrenaline rushes through my veins as the walker grows closer and closer to me. I grew frustrated with myself. Pulling back on the string with one hand and foot wasn't working. Tears had already brim my eyes as the idea pops into my head. 

I let go of the crossbow, quickly pulling my wrist out of the sling Daryl had made for me. I throw my hand out, using my fingers to slip them onto the string. I let out screams of pain as I finally had a better grip to draw the string back. Finally, it clicks. The walker stumbles right over me as I load the bolt into the bow. I use my broken arm to hold the crossbow upright and the other to place my finger on the trigger. I pull the trigger and the walker drops down on the ground, right next to me. I lower the crossbow, huffing out a breath and dropping down on my back.

"Son of a bitch." I huff out. I stare up at the sky through the trees. Everything that lead to this moment replayed in my head. It was crazy to me how things went perfectly fine to 100 in a matter of seconds. The horse went crazy, threw Daryl and I off the saddle. We fall down a cliff and now both of us are hurt. Not to mention, I might've screwed my arm up some more by using all the force to kill the three walkers. But what was I suppose to do? Run away and let them make Daryl their evening dinner? I had to do what I had to do.