"The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die."
- Juliette Lewis
I wasn't sure how long Andrea and I had run but it wasn't night anymore. Andrea and I managed to get to the woods untouched and luckily for us it was daytime now, so we could see where we were running to instead of blindly walk in the dark.
We ran and ran, walkers kept following us, others came the way we were going to or from the sides and we had to evade those or kill them but we mostly just ran.
Andrea was carrying the bag full with guns, rifles and ammunition, she even handed me an extra gun because I was close to run out of ammunition.
After Rick drove away and left us, I shakily brought the gun to my head, I was kneeling on the floor, tears rolling down my face, I was ready to pull the trigger but Andrea stopped me. She hit my arm away, making me drop the gun on the floor and she told me that I couldn't leave her alone, that we should at least try to escape and that if we were cornered then I could to it, that if I wanted she would kill me herself.
So here I was, running for my life. We got to a quite calm part of the woods where we could take a small break, catch our breath and reload our guns and grabbing some more ammunition and putting it in our pockets in case we needed it after.
Some walkers came closer to us then, Andrea shot them quickly, then she got the bag again and we started to run again. They were approaching us from every corner, they kept coming and no matter how many we killed there were always more after us.
"I can't run anymore," I muttered, stopping in my tracks, taking really big breaths.
"Cici, you can! Come on!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.
It is amazing how the adrenaline makes you keep going, no matter how exhausted you are, how fatigued your muscles are. The adrenaline plus the will to live makes you do things that in other circumstances seem impossible to do. For example, now. We had been running for almost the whole night and part of the day and we were still going.
My whole body was drenched in sweat, my hair was wet, even when the temperature was low. My clothes were starting to get wet as well making them slightly weight more and seem colder as time passed.
My body was in so much pain, every muscle in my body was aching, and I'd gotten side stitches. My will was getting smaller and smaller and every step I took seemed to drain all my energy. If we didn't stop this soon, my body and mind were just going to give up.
About an hour later we found another good place to rest for at least some seconds. We had left behind every walker that was following us. I collapsed to the floor and leant my back against a tree, I was taking really deep breaths as I pressed my side to relieve the pain I had under my ribs. Andrea panted and leaned against another tree, her face was very red from all the time we had been running and I assumed mine was like that.
"I think it's past mid-day," she told me, looking up at the sky. "Look at the sun."
"We couldn't have run for twelve hours or more, Andrea," I told her. "It can't be that long."
"It has to be."
"Doesn't these woods have an end?" I asked desperately. "If we have run for more than half a day, don't you think we should be close to the highway or just somewhere out of the woods?"
"I hope we are, Cici, I do," she said. "We won't be able to keep up if we don't get out of here soon."
"What if we are getting farther away?"
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Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016
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