Running from corpses

Four

The boat Elliot had was pulled up on the bank behind a bunch of bushes. I helped pulled the beat up dinghy out and aimed it towards the river.

"You ready?" He asked me.

I sighed but my voice grew into a confident tone. "Fuck yeah... Let's do this."

We tossed our bags and my crossbow into the dinghy and slowly pulling back on it started to lower it down the steep bank. It touched the water and a clawed hand reached out of the mud and scratched at the side of the boat. I pulled the machete Elliot had given me before we left out of its sheath. I swiped at the walker's head cleaving a nice v-shaped gash running from its forehead all the way to the base of its spine. We pushed the boat in and shoved off. We both picked up the two paddles on the floor and after a few second the water got much deeper and the scraping started. We kept paddling and the scraping didn't stop. A small piece of wood cracked open and water start to slowly trickle in then a finger broke through. We were halfway across. We figure it was ok so we kept paddling. Then another one. We were a quarter of the way there. Then a hand broke through and I had to chop it off. The back of the boat started to sink. Shit. We started to paddle faster. We just reached the shore when a rotted skeleton hand reached up and started to pull the boat back and down. We grabbed our bags and I shouldered my crossbow and we jumped to shore. I dug my machete into the dirt. The flat of the blade facing the water so I could get better footing. Elliot had done the same with an axe. We crawled up the bank pulling ourselves up over the edge. Both of us were panting.

We stood up pulling our bags on. I grabbed my crossbow and saw a normal infected walking towards us. I drew my fighting knife twirling it in my hand a few times. I swung backhanded at the walker's head slicing it in the center of the skull at eye level. The body fell hitting the ground. As it did the top of its skull popped off with a sick suctioning sound.

We walked along the path trying to find the house where I was staying. As we walked we ran into a few walkers. We both dealt with them easily.

"Alex?"

"Yeah what?"

"I got a brother who has a base a ways away from here. They're pretty well set up."

"Where they at?"

"Wyoming."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah they're out in Wyoming. They got power and a farm and stuff."

"Yeah that's great but we are all the way in Arizona."

"So do you have any better plans? If so I'd love to hear it Lex."

I sighed "Not really." I said turning back to the road and continued walking. I found the road that lead to the little farm house I camped in.

Elliot followed closely behind me pulling out his rifle. I walked right up the front steps to the porch. The door was unlocked just like a left it and the fire was a pile of ash. I stepped inside. If somebody had broken in they would have locked the door. But Elliot insisted that we check anyway. I walked around the house twirling my knife not finding anything I plopped down on the master bed.

Elliot walked in finishing his finally sweep of the house. As he started to set his bag down he didn't notice me.

I threw my knife about half a foot away from his head. It stuck deeply into the wall. Not looking at him I gestured to the whole room. "Mine, claimed, got it? Can you hand me my knife?"

He just nodded and tossed my knife on the bed next to me. I slipped it back into it's sheath. I heard Elliot's footstep going down the stairs. I then heard the scraping of furniture on hardwood floors. I closed my eyes and drifted off too sleep.
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I was in a cold dark cell. The concrete floor was freezing. I could feel the ice forming on my skin. I tried to push myself up feeling my skin peel away from the frozen floor. As I sat up all the blood rushing towards my head reminding me how long I had been like that. Pain shot through various parts of my body a gift from Walter. My ass also ached from the other night. I slowly stood up hugging my cold barely clothed body. How am I still alive? It's too cold. I walked towards the corner of the cell curling up in a ball to keep warm. I heard a door open down the hall and heavy boots hitting the floor. I shied away in fear as the man opened the door locking it behind him and approached me. I screamed and ran away hitting a wall. His strong arms wrapped around me as I felt him enter.

"NO NONONONONONONONONO." I screamed as he rocked back and forth inside of me. I tried to get away but he just laughed pulling out and going into my ass. I screamed as he gripped my body painfully twisting my breasts. As I screamed his arms grew tighter and he was shouting my name. I was getting warmer my whole body. I realized something was covering me and I tried to jump away.

"Let me go let me go please." I cried. As soon as his arms left me I sprung from the bed running into the corner knocking myself over. I feebly held my knife in both hands. A pair of firm yet gently hands took my shaking wrists and took the knife from my hands. I opened my tear soaked eyes to see him staring at me with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm sorry." I sniffed. "Justanightmare" I mumbled picking myself off the floor shoving past Elliot. "Go back to sleep. I said sternly. "You're going to need it to get us to Wyoming."
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After he left the room I walked into the bathroom. The water didn't run in the sink so I damped a rag with my canteen and wiped down my face.

Wyoming sounds like a plan. I guess I would just be wonderin' until I died. So it's a plan. I went back to my bag checking to make sure everything was in order. I pulled out my cloak and draped it at the end of the bed. I took off my long sleeve shirt deciding to just sleep in a tank top.

I laid my head down on the soft feather pillows drifting off to sleep.