The Walking Maze

seven

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| C h a r l o t t e |

I limp out of the closet and hold my breath, quickly scanning the room for any signs that the walkers've noticed me. None present, I shuffle along the wall of the cabin until I reach the door and shut it all the way. I put my back against the door and turn to count exactly how many walkers were in the small cabin with me. I counted about 16, and I have no clue how I should strategically plan this all out.

Before I could even begin thinking, the walker nearest to me started to notice I wasn't one of them, so it started its way toward me. I let it get pretty close before I drove my ski pole through its head. It slumps to the ground and I look around wildly. None of the others seem to notice that I've killed it, or that I'm not dead. The walker I've just killed had its stomach wide open, so I smush more insides all over myself, making sure to rub more on my face this time.

The next walker nearest me must've thought I was eating their definition of food, wanders over and kneels next to me, looking to help me finish off my meal. I hold my breath and continue to paw at the walker, smearing more blood on my face as if I was eating it, but not really, but who really knows with walkers.

"Charloteeeee! We're baaack!" I hear Minho sing as he walks through the door. "SHIT!" He slams the door right back shut again.

"Minho wait!" I shriek, then clamp my hands over my mouth. Slowly, 15 walkers turn their heads and slowly meander over to where I was. I stand up, grab my ski poles and stab the one still kneeling through the skull and leave that one there, they were too close to pull it out. I quickly take out two with the other remaining ski pole, not stabbing too deep so I could remove the pole easily.

Before I could move onto the next one, a walker from behind me pushes me over. I'm soon surrounded by 12 walkers, scratching at my clothing, none of them getting through to my skin. Not that it matters, they were about to eat me alive anyway.

Out of nowhere, six automatic gunshots somewhere above me rang loudly.

"Just dandy!" I yell, buried under a mountain of bodies. I could still feel one or two groping at my shoes.

More gunshot, grunt, and thunking noises sounded above me and I just laid there, being crushed and feeling petrified. Soon it was silent. I can't tell who's won.

Suddenly I felt some weight being lifted off of me, then more, then finally I saw Minho and Thomas pushing the last walker off of me. I sit up and gasp in a fresh breath of air as Minho and Thomas wrap me into a hug.

"Had we been a few minutes later." Thomas mumbled into my neck.

"You weren't, and you saved me. It's done. Don't worry about it." I hugged him tighter.

We just stay like that, the three of us, hugging on the floor littered with bodies in a small cabin in the middle of the woods.

"Charlotte we're homeeehOLY SHIT." I mock, causing the three of us to bust out laughing, holding onto each other tighter to keep from falling.

Minho stands up, claps Thomas's hand, and pulls him up. They both then turn to me and I grab one of each of their hands and they drag me up.

| S h a y |

The sunlight peeking through the drapes on the windows shines relentlessly on my eyelids, releasing me from my sleep. I moan and sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes. As soon as I open them, I go through the traditional, disoriented where-the-fuck-am-I stage in the morning until I finally remember that I arrived here with Newt yesterday.