GAIGE•{TWD}

Up Shits Creek

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Gale slowly lifted herself to her knees, careful to not bend or arch her back, forced to keep it perfectly straight.

Meanwhile also having to avoid any weight on her left arm, while having to remain completely silent despite the immense pain she was in.

After surviving two stab wounds, an attempted strangling, and her cheek split open, she was not letting a walker kill her because she had to boo hoo over her boo boos.

She made note to apologize to shit later, seeing how she was all up in his creek.

Then, she rose her right arm to her mouth, biting down hard on her sleeve, mentally preparing herself for how much the next few moments would suck. Her cries were muffled as she stood to her feet, and her vision went hazy as the pain overwhelmed her senses.

She stood there for a moment, regaining her composure and holding her back straight, waiting for the pain to subside.

That knife could not stay there any longer.

Every tiny movement felt like she was being electrocuted and set on fire. She would rather take the chance of bleeding out.

She took a moment, taking deep breaths as she worked up her courage. Having to switch sleeves, needing her strong arm, she lowered her right and lifted her left. Ignoring the shooting pain traveling fron her shoulder to her fingertips, she bit down on her sleeve twice as hard.

Then she squeezed her eyes shut, a tear slipping out as she did. She reached her hand back, grabbing the handle of the knife, flinching as the contact caused zings up her spine.

Three. Two. ...One.

She bit down so hard as she screamed that she felt her teeth break through the fabric, sinking into her skin.

The knife fell to the ground as her hands began to shake, her vision flickering black as the agony threw her back down to her knees.

Both hands lowered to the forest floor, the pain in her shoulder covered by the pain in her back. She gripped the dirt below her as she leaned forward, grounding herself.

The torment slowly subsided into a throb, adrenaline taking over, acting as a natural morphine.

She ripped her jacket off, taking advantage of this break, holding the sleeves out and flipping the body around them a few times. It now a long line, nice and thick in the middle, with the ends thin enough to tie, perfect. She wrapped it around her, covering her wound and tying the sleeves together, pulling it as tight as she could.

The ascent to her feet was less excruciating this time around, she again took a moment after she stood, processing everything that had just happened.

As the memories rushed back, the feeling of his hands around her throat, and the look in his eyes as he was actively draining the life from her. An immense rage began to rise. Boiling up inside her, she wouldn't be surprised if smoke was coming out of her ears.

And as she looked down by her foot, the knife that was previously in her back now stuck in the dirt, that fury completely took her over.

She bent down, ripping it from the earth, before slowly rising back up and beginning her long, blind hike through the trees.

There was one thing in her brain and one thing only. A thought so ugly and rotten, a fungus spreading as it enveloped and infected her mind.

Find and kill Shane.

The group was gathered around the shed, examining the scene.

Paige was growing nervous, she hadn't seen Gale in hours, and knowing she was out here with no gun and Randal was missing too, did not help.