Running from corpses

Two

I stepped up the steps of my current base. I broke my code staying in one place more than a night. I was too tired and the bed was too comfortable. I made a small fire outside and cooked a rabbit I caught and skinned. I pulled my spit off the fire and started to eat my dinner.

I heard a stick crack.

I knew it I slipped up I shouldn't break my own rules. He probably found me.

"Dammit."

He stood before me smiling. His tall imposing figure casting a long shadow by the fire. Him and his two other friends both had scrap cloth cloaks on that came down to their wrists. One had a vicious cleaver in his hand the other an axe. The one in front of me had a machete in his hand.

"Hey Alexis how's it going?"

"I've told you a hundred times Walter its Alexandria." I said to him as I rose up from the ground. My finger was resting on the trigger of my crossbow. I raised it up to aim at his head. I shot the bolt but he had grabbed the stirrup and the arrow sailed into his friends neck. I rammed the stirrup into his face and took off running. Thankfully when I'm at a base I always have my stuff on me. I passed a few walkers who latched on to my arm. But my momentum tore its arm off. I kept on running smiling.

"You little bitch." I heard Walter roar as he chased after me.

I laughed my lungs out.

That is until I smack into a person. Knocking them and my self over and my head hit a tree root and everything went black.

Everything kinda faded in and out. At one point the guy I was ran into was leaning over me gently tapping my cheek. He was saying something but I couldn't make it out.

Then I saw him standing next to me and Walter was on my other side. They were yelling at each other.

"That's my fuck whore dickwad." Walter was shouting.

I heard the click of a gun hammer. "I'm not gonna send some young girl off to be raped and abused by you. Now go to hell."

"You picked a fight with the wrong guys old man." Walter's goons stepped out from behind him both brandishing guns.

I jumped up pulling my knife from my belt and I stabbed Walter in the stomach. His friends were too shocked to do anything. I dragged the knife across his gut and his intestines spilled onto the ground. By then the two idiots came back to reality and pointed there guns at the man and me.

"Look out!" I jumped tackling the man to the ground just as two bullets ripped through the space where we used to be. A walker bit the one who shot at me on the neck. His friend panicked and shot at him and the walker. While he was distracted the man who was still under me shot him, and the walker eating his friend and the other walker behind him.

"Thanks." I breathed

"Yeah you too."

We got off the ground and he extended his hand as I picked my bow off the ground.

I shook it. "Name's Elliot."

"My name's Alexandria. Thanks for the help." I leaned against the tree.

"You don't look so good. I'm camping out in an apartment nearby. You can come with me, if you want."

I already broke one rule what was one more. "Yeah you might need to help me."

"Alright." he said he sat his backpack down along with his rifle and put it on the front of his chest. He turned his back to me. "Alright hop on."

"Uhhhhhhh."

"Wait, never mind I wouldn't get ten feet like that." He put his pack on and slung his rifle over his shoulder. He walked over to me and picked me up bridal style.

"Waaaah. What the hell!"

I couldn't get far like that and your to dizzy to walk it's easier to carry you like this. We'll go faster than if I just gave you my shoulder. You couldn't walk a straight line."

"Fine." I sighed pulling my cloak tightly around me. I reached a hand up to feel the side of my head was wet. Great I probably have a concussion or some shit. I took this time to take notice of Elliot. He was probably in his early fifties or late forties. He had short grey hair and short beard. Blues eyes and his skin was slightly wrinkled. I leaned my head back and relaxed cradling my crossbow under my cloak. I fell asleep soon after that and woke up on a couch. I looked across from me to see Elliot sleeping on a recliner cradling his rifle in his arms. My crossbow and pack were leaned against a coffee table in front of the couch. I looked through it, he didn't go through anything. I checked my pockets and belt pouches. Nothing was messed with or missing. My knife was laying on the coffee table though I guess he did that so it wouldn't jab my side. I sat up sheathed my knife slipped my pack on under my cloak and picked up my crossbow. My leg quiver and some extra bolts that poked out my pack were still full along with the quiver on my crossbow. I pulled one of my extra from my pack and set it on the coffee table. I stood up and pulled the string back on my bow watching the limbs curve in. I placed the bolt onto the flight deck and sat down propping myself on one end of the couch that faced the door.

The sun just barely started to rise.