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

Chapter 42

WARNING: This chapter does contain mentions of sexual assault. If you're not comfortable reading this chapter, then please skip to the next one. I can't say it's not a lot of detail or anything specific, but it is peer pressure, things do happen but it's still an uncomfortable thing to read for some viewers. So, still technically sexual assault. With that being said, if you're not comfortable with it, please skip this chapter. 

And just to keep things clear...YES. I know how the character is in the actual show. But to remind you, this is MY story, MY writing. None of this happens in the actual show. So don't think anything else. It's all JUST FICTIONAL, NONE OF THIS IS REAL. Thank you<3

"You gotta do what you gotta do to survive."

   Kira

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We enter into the laundry room of the prison. We look around, finding it empty of walkers. There's a set of doors on the other side of the room. I turn to Rick and he gives me a nod. He pulls the set of keys from his belt and slides them over to Tomas' feet. 

"I ain't opening that." Tomas denies.

"Yes, you are." I nod. "If you want this cell block, you're gonna open that door. Just the one, not both of them. Because we need to control this." Tomas bends down and picks up the keys. He shoots me a look before walking over to the doors. He inserts a key, and grabs onto the handles.

"You bitches ready?" He asks. Everyone puts themselves in position. He pulls on the door, but it doesn't budge. "I got this." He claims. He pulls again, but it doesn't open. Finally, he grabs both handles and pulls both doors open, the walkers quickly piling inside.

"She said one door!" Rick shouts.

"Shit happens!" Tomas argues. Everyone works away, fighting against the walkers. I focus my attention on the walkers, using my one hand to grab each walker by the neck and using my other hand to jab the blade into their heads. As I push down a walker, Tomas swings his crowbar too close to me. I easily duck down, shooting him a death glare as he pulls back. He pretends to seem as if he didn't realize what he had done. I grab another walker, holding it by the neck and jabbing my blade into it. I push the walker away and Tomas throws himself against me, knocking me against the caged coat hanger. He pulls away, looking around before grabbing a walker and throwing it right at me. The walker's weight brings me down and I held it up by the throat. It's snarls deafens my ears and its mouth chomped at me. 

"T, mind the gap!" I hear Daryl. I finally bring up my knife. I fought for a perfect grip on the handle, but the walker's hand swipes it from my hand. Daryl appears and he jabs his knife into its head and pulls it off. He grabs my hand and lifts me off the ground. More walkers flood in, pushing us deeper into the laundry room, pushing us apart from each other. I soon realized that I was separated from Rick, T and Daryl. I was stuck on one side with Andrew and Tomas. We continued on, taking out the walkers.

"Help me! Help!" I hear Andrew. I mentally fought with myself, wondering whether I should help him, or let him be overrun with walkers. I let out a groan before finally rolling my eyes and pushing walkers out of my way and reaching Andrew. He stood in the doorway of the laundry room, holding onto a walker to keep it away from him. I jab my blade into it's head and pull it off of him. A sudden shove hits me and I fly out of the laundry room, hitting the wall and falling to the floor.

"Kira!" I hear Rick's voice. I turn my head and see Tomas grabbing the doors and slamming them behind him. We're left alone, all the walkers inside the laundry room are trapped with Rick, Daryl and T. I quickly stood up, frowning at him.