Kill or be Killed-- A Walking Dead Fan Fiction

Blood (12)

Bryn:

"Bryn, get the hell up!" I heard someone yell from downstairs. Ugh. I rolled over and let out a big yawn while I stretched out my aching body. I sat up from my bed and looked out the window. I was still dark out. What the hell am I doing up? I sighed and got up from my bed. I took of the pajama shorts and put back on the jeans from yesterday. I grabbed a hair tie off of my desk and began to pull my hair up into a pony tail. "Shit." I mumbled as my last hair tie broke.

 I groaned and threw it on the floor. "LET'S GO, BRYN." The same person screamed again. I quickly slid on my boots and grabbed a knife that I had hidden in my dresser drawer. I sprinted down the hall and down the stairs. Everyone was in the living room. "What's going on?" I yelled. "SHHH." Half the group hushed to me. "What's going on?" I whispered giving them dirty looks. Rick nodded his head to come towards his position at the window. He slowly pushed the curtain to the side just enough so I could see past it. There were a bunch of men walking through the streets holding various melee weapons coated in blood and guts, no guns.

 "Who the hell are they?" I asked letting the curtain fall back into place. "We don't know." Rick said turning to the group. "Well we have to do something! What if they start going into houses? Or worse, start killing?" Carl said. "Who the hell has tonight's shift in the guard tower?" Daryl growled. An ear shattering scream caused all our heads to turn to the window. "We need to kill these mother dicks." Abraham insisted.

 "Okay, Glenn, Rosita, Abraham, you guys go out the back door and wrap around the right of the house. Daryl, and Michonne, you're going to come with me out and around the front. Beth and Carl, be prepared if anyone enters the house. Stay low and away from the windows. One sit near the back door and one at the front. Lock the doors behind us when we leave and do NOT open them under ANY circumstances. Bryn and Hershel, go upstairs in Maggie and Glenn's room with Judith. Make sure Maggie and Judith are okay." Rick commanded. 

"Rick, I can do more help out there than in here." I insisted. "Right now I need you to watch Judith. I trust you with her, Bryn." Rick said. "But Rick—." I started. "Everyone ready?" Rick said ignoring me and cutting me off. I grabbed Judith out of her crib and began to walk up the stairs. I could hear more screams coming from outside and they made me cringe. Hershel was already sitting on the bed stroking Maggie's face. 

I handed Judith to Hershel and walked to the windows to close the curtains. Right as I did, I made eye contact with a man and he started coming towards the house. "SOMEONE'S COMING." I yelled down the stairs as quietly as I could. I could hear the creaks of the porch outside from the top of the stairs. Carl was at the front door, while Beth was at the back. The man banged on the door repeatedly. "Open up assholes, I know there's people in here." He said continuing to bang.

 After a few minutes, the banging stopped and I could hear the footsteps exit off the porch. "Bryn, get back in here." Hershel yelled to me from down the hall. I shook my head. I was sitting at the top of the stairs, with my knife in my hand, ready to attack. I sighed in relief hoping the man gave up, but I was wrong. Before I knew it, I heard the back door swing open and Beth scream. I quickly stood up and right as I did, I made eye contact with Carl.

 I could see there terror in his eyes and the tears on his cheeks. "Where are you little girl? I saw you in the window. Come on out, let's play." The man laughed. I could hear his footsteps coming closer to the stairs. "Come out, come out wherever you are." He said. I quickly backed away from the front of the stairs and walked to the railing opposite of the entrance to the stairs. I bent down and slipped the knife out of my boot. I lifted my left leg over the railing, and then the right a placed them on the small edge.

I held on with my left hand and griped the knife tighter in my right. The footsteps sound increased. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs. When I heard his first foot hit the first stair, I held my breath in fear. The footsteps were closing in on me. Soon enough I saw the man. "Come be my little toy." He called out. I took a deep breath and leaped from the stairs onto the man's back, stabbing him in the head with the knife. 

The man instantly lost balance and we both tumbled down the stairs together and landed on the first floor with a big THUD. His lifeless body had me pinned to the ground. "Carl, please help me!" I cried. My left arm had gone numb along with my right thigh. Hershel came down the stairs with a shocked look on his face. Carl came out from behind the wall of the kitchen. Him and Hershel lifted the man's body off of my and revealed broke my left arm. As for my right thigh, my knife was standing straight up from it. Blood was pouring onto the floor as I felt my eyes begin to close.