The Walking Dead: Three Knives (a fanfiction, based off of Season 3 & 4)

Chapter 8- Help

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                I almost miss the prison off the highway, but I can see it far away in the distance. I pull my bike over to the side of the road leaving it in the ditch. It wouldn’t be safe to try and ride it through the woods. I had a hard time throwing and stabbing when riding it.

                I dash into the forest trying to be nimble on my feet, but it’s hard. Many leaves crunch beneath me and I know that it won’t be long before I attract attention. I glance up at the trees around me, pondering if I should climb them or not. These weren’t like the pines I was used to: these ones were spaced apart more, which would make it harder to jump from tree to tree. Also, in contrast to the large branches, there were very few of them. I wouldn’t have the best camouflage which would make it easy to spot me, especially with my bright blonde hair.

                A gun shot sounds north of me.

                If currency was still valued, I’d bet ten dollars it was the Governor… or should I say Phillip?

                More gunshots sound throughout the forest, but I am able to hear a hissing sound ravage behind me. I look back to see it is just one walker, but there are three farther off already walking in my direction. I have to jump a couple of times before finally grabbing a branch to the tree above while stabbing the walker on top of its head.

                I suppose, that instead of hiding in the trees all the time and playing keep away, it’d be much easier to just spill their guts on me and blend in with them… but ya know… It’s sort of disturbing.

                The prison appears in perfect sight about several trees away. I squint my eyes and see that there are people inside the prison fence.

                Well I’ll be damned. It looked like they cleared about half the place out. There must be a lot of them to have pulled something like that off.

                The figures inside the fence take cover behind boards and broken concrete. They have very few guns, which concerns me. All these people had, that could help them was cover from the concrete walls. A younger boy, maybe two years younger than me hid behind a row of stands with a blonde girl, and a brunette with close cut hair hides behind a wall with a gun.

Breaking my attention away from them I hear the roaring sound of an engine crash through one of the inside fences. There are no more gunshots, but an eerie silence settles over the prison land. I gasp as I recognize the vehicle to be holding the trailer full of walkers…

                They were going to unload them onto all of these people.

                Adrenaline courses my system. What was I to do? I promised I wouldn’t get involved. It was pointless because I already know that I’d get attached. But then again, what was the point in surviving if I’m not going to do what I can to help?

                Just as the walkers are emerging from the trailer, I catch a glimpse of a man in a police uniform trying to sneak his way to a fence, avoiding the walkers. Phillip and the few other men he had brought leave in their vehicles, letting the walkers finish their job for them. I look back down at the officer and find him to be struggling with two walkers. One almost has him. The poor man…

                Just as it looks as if he hasn’t got hope, the walker falls, not moving. I squint my eyes and see that there is an arrow in its forehead. My eyes scoop the scenery to see who had shot it, but then I see two men, one with a crossbow and the other with half of a metal arm, emerge their way through the field.

                I debate on whether or not to help them, but decide not to. My heart speeds up when I see another vehicle roll its way into camp, but the people seem to recognize the driver, which makes me relax. A young Asian man steps out, and his face is full of regret. He must have left just before the attack.

                The three men, along with an African American woman with a sword that I just now notice and an old man with half of a leg head back inside the fence. All of their eyes cast out among the trees where the walkers are, but the officer stares after the vehicle that has already disappeared.

                I scan the group to see who is all there, and realize with worry that the young boy who was with the blond girl is no longer with them.

                “Where’s Carl?” I hear the officer ask, and am surprised I am able to hear him from this distance, but he was talking with a loud voice.

                The group looks around to find that “Carl” is not amongst them.

                The officer whips around this way and that looking for the younger boy and shouts, “Carl!?”

                With a heavy sigh, I jump down from the tree, making sure to stay out of their eyesight, and try to look for any traces of the boy. I couldn’t help my softness for children. I just couldn’t, even though it’s gotten me hurt so many times…

                I rush past many of the trees when I hear yelling close by.

                “Carl! Carl!”

                I peek my head out around a tree to observe the officer, along with the crossbow man , the Asian, the sword girl, and the metal arm running a little bit north of my direction. I let them pass me before I bop my head back up to see where they are running to, and that’s when I see Carl a ways off struggling with a few walkers. The ignorant boy was trying to run after the Governor’s truck. Foolish.

                They all start killing walkers, but more and more come, and I realize that it’s probably because of the sound of all the gunshots from ten minutes ago. Most of them must be coming in from the highways in attempt to find where their dinner bell rang.

                Carl keeps getting pushed further and further back, trying to stand his ground while a group of walkers descend towards him. There were six walkers, and the other men were struggling too much with their own herd of walkers to try and save the boy.

                I roll my eyes. Kids were too rash and made stupid decisions, especially boys. Isabelle would never have done something so stupid. I try to keep pace and run along the trees until I am more behind Carl.

                The boy steps back further and further shooting at the walkers, but when he looks down to realize he’s out of ammo he trips over a tree root sticking out of the ground. He falls onto his back and his legs fly up in the air to push back the oncoming walker, but it fights to grab at him.

                I emerge out from a tree directly behind Carl. I couldn’t take it anymore.

                I let one of my knives fly from my hand and hit the walker directly in the center of its eyes. It falls off of Carl immediately. After he realizes the knife in its head Carl swivels his head around to look at me wide eyed.

                That is when our eyes meet. They lock on each other dramatically for five seconds when I hear the other men coming our way. I turn head and run as fast as I can to get away from them, not even bothering to retrieve my knife.

                That’s the first time I’ve ever let anybody see me involuntarily.