Amongst The Dead : C.H.

.Taking Lead.

*Sam's POV*

I pose guard by the door my knife clung tightly in my hands, crossbow slung over my shoulders and Luke by my side like always. The night's quiet besides the odd few groans and moans that can be heard while deadheads shuffle passed the shop. Taking a look at the boys behind me I see them spread out on the floor, their packs used as pillows and flannels as blankets. Matt's words run through my mind, making me smile at the group, relieved that they could push aside my bitchy attitude and keep up with my pace.

The air's warm as it hits my semi-bare torso. I wait for the sun to come up so I can leave my spot and find a new shirt and jeans to wear instead of my worn out bloodied jeans and sweaty sports bra. Aching to go outside (sick of being inside) I open the door, enough that I can fit through and take a step outside instantaneously meeting with a deadhead child. Taking my knife I stab it through her eye socket watching the body fall. I quickly examine it, the features on the girl resemble that of one no older than seven even with the peeling skin, missing forearm and blood filled mouth. Sickening as it may seem to kill a seven year old 'girl' think of it this way it's either them or us.

I remove my eyes from the dead corpse in time for the door behind me to open revealing Dimples or Ashton as Chin....Calum had said. Sensing something was up he looked down at the deadhead and groaned, the rancid smell emitting from it making him cringe and scrunch his nose, "The others are up, feel free to change...." His eyes wonder down my body before stopping at the bullet wound, "Then I can re-apply a fresh bandage."
"Thanks, here's a knife, keep watch from inside the door incase a deadhead wonders in." I hand him my hunting knife before walking back inside (Ashton following) closing the door behind us.

Luke who had stayed inside while I was out keeps in his spot, wanting to keep Dimp.....Ashton company. Fuck I suck at this naming shit I thought as I roam around looking for tight fitting jeans and a v-neck. Digging through what looks like to be the boys section seeing that there wasn't a women's section, I find a black pair of super skinny's in a size small before walking over to the shirt section and pinching another white v-neck in an extra small.

Holding them in my arm, I go into an empty isle where the boys can't see me and put the shirt over my sweat and blood stained sports bra. I then pull off my worn jeans and start to shimmy into the new ones. "Whoa....hey....uuumm." I jump at Cliffords stammering, feverishly yelling, "Don't come any closer Clifford! Turn around!" Hoping he listened I quickly tug the jeans up the rest of the way and spin to see Michael? Yeah that's him facing the other way, "What did you want to say?" He assumes that as a signal that I'm fully dressed and turns  to face me answering, "Ashton sent me to get you, he wants to change the bandage."

Nodding I trail behind Michael to the table which I had been treated on the night before. Ashton standing there waiting for me, "Let's get this done, we have to leave soon and head down south." Luke soon joins the group as I lift my shirt to my bra line and unzip my jeans, rolling the waistline down so Ashton can easily change the bandage. Crouching on his feet, he quickly gets to work taking the old bandage off first then putting ointment on the stitches and wrapping the new bandage around it.

He gave it the once over before standing up and nodding his head, giving me the okay that I can put my shirt down and fix my jeans up, "Right....grab your packs and weapons the quicker we leave the quicker we can find a car and head out." Agreeing the boys haul our so called belongings and shadow me out the door being quiet enough to make it out without being sensed.

Our steps are soft as we walk down the roadnow out of the city and more into the countryside. None of us know exactly how far we've travelled or how long we've been walking, but from the heavy breathing I hear coming from the boys I know it's time for a break. We had only come across a small group of deadheads between the shop and now quickly killing them and continuing on, hence the reason we made it out of the city so hastily.

Ahead of us a huge tree sits beside the road. I point it out to the boys, "We'll have a break under that tree, then we'll start looking for another ride." The boys follow me to the tree and sit underneath it pulling off our packs in the process and eating or drinking whatever was left in them.