Apocalypse Now

Chapter 34: No Rest for the Wicked

It's a long one, so just a warning. But good news is the long awaited reunion is literally JUST around the corner I promise! I'm really missing writing Daryl and the gang and can't wait for you all to read it. Promise you won't have to wait as long for the next chapter!

Ok, I've rambled enough...ENJOY!

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Thump! Thump! Thump!

The loud thumping was starting to get annoying. Why was a being woken up like this? Couldn't someone just knock fucking politely? Or better yet, let me fucking sleep. I thought through the haze. I opened my eyes it was barely morning, the chill still in the air.

Thunk!

I blinked my eyes, sitting upright in the bed. The bed was still messy the blankets pulled back beside me. Who was sleeping beside me? I was sure I went to bed alone. I looked around the room, it looked familiar but strangely different at the same time. It seemed to have hints of rooms I'd slept in over the last few months, more so over the last month. My bow in the corner of the room.

Thump! Thump!

I looked over to the door, expecting the banging to start up again.

Groaning and scratching against glass made me turn around quickly towards the windows. I tentatively crawled towards the window. I knew what was on the other side of the curtain but I still reached out for it. Pulling back the curtain, I backed away, in fear I think. On the other side of the glass were several warped faces of biters staring and growling back at me. I jumped back in surprise. It really shouldn't have been a surprise but it shocked me all the same. The moaning and pushing against the glass became more insistent now that they saw a meal so close.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots echoed from several different directions, some were inside, some were just outside my window.

"Camille!" I heard Daryl yell. Daryl was here? "Camille, get outta there!" he yelled again, from somewhere inside, he sounded close but I wasn't sure what direction it seemed to echo all around me. The gunshots continued in every direction, as did the groaning and pounding against the window. I needed to get out and back to Daryl. I scrambled out of bed rushing over to the door. With my hand on the door handle I froze.

Thump! Thump!

I pulled my hand away from the handle, what ever was on the other side didn't sound friendly. I backed away slowly, the banging against the door getting more urgent.

"Camille!" Daryl yelled again, he sounded closer this time.

"Daryl!" I yelled back. The sound of glass breaking behind made me whip around, the biters has forced themselves hard enough against the glass that it was now breaking. I was starting to panic. "Daryl!" I yelled again. More gunshots rang through the air, everywhere around me. I hadn't heard any replies from Daryl. One walker managed to push its way through the shattered glass and was crawling towards me. I was frozen in place, I wanted to run, even if it meant fighting my way through whatever was waiting for me on the other side of the door but my body wouldn't budge. The walker inched ever closer, reaching its hand out for my foot...

I woke sweating, the only sound in the room was my panting. It was just a nightmare. I wiped the tears staining my cheeks. I looked to the window, still covered by the curtain. No banging or insistent moaning on the outside or at my door. I realised it was just a nightmare but that didn't give me any comfort. Everything was still fresh in my mind.