Survivor (A Glenn Rhee fanfiction)

Live Bait

Chapter 42: Live Bait
Baylee's POV

A million and one questions race through my mind. Did they get the medicine? Are they even alive? And when can I get the hell out of this isolation building?

The small administration building is hot and sticky inside, despite the cool temperature outside. I've only been in here for a few days, but it feels like an eternity.

Carl left the building with Rick last night, leaving me no one to talk to today. Apparently the outer fence was torn down by the walkers, and Rick had no choice but to pull Carl out to help defend the prison.

But I heard news that Kadyn made it back alive, which answered one of my many questions. Hopefully we'll get to see each other again now that the medicine is here.

Kadyn has become one of the most important people in my life now, if not the most important. I don't have any family left. But if blood doesn't count, I've gotten a new family on my own. I remember the day me and my family were separated.

It was hot outside, similar to the feeling inside the administration building - hot and sticky. The humidity was terrible. But, being in Georgia, I guess you just get used to it. I was at home with my brother. Our parents came home early from work..

"Baylee, Steve, get your things. We need to leave!" Mom bursts into the living room, followed by my dad. They're supposed to be at work!

"What's going on?" Steve jumps up from the couch, his eyes anxiously searching my mom's panicked expression for an answer.

"There's no time to explain! Just get your things." Mom replies.

I jump up off of the couch and rush to my room, fear already taking over. What is going on?

After I had packed a duffel bag of my belongings, I returned along with my older brother to my shaken parents. We left the house immediately in our silver van. I didn't know what was going on, and Steve didn't either. But we left quickly and quietly, saving our questions until we were out of Atlanta (Mom didn't like driving in the city with us firing rapid questions at her).

I remember Steve looking at me. I remember his fear filled eyes, I remember trembling in fear. I remember Steve reaching his hand out for me to hold. But what I remember most was the wreck.

Tires squeal, glass shatters, and I'm thrown against the side of the car door, shielding my head. 'This is it, I'm going to die right here and not even know what the hell is going on' I think, squeezing my eyes shut.

But I didn't. I open my eyes slowly after all of the noise stops. The car flipped, but landed right side up.

"S-Steve?" I whimper, craning my neck to see the blonde headed boy.

"Baylee?! Are you okay?" I hear Steve reply. My head is spinning, but I try to focus.

"Yeah, you?" I ask my brother.

"Yeah."

"Mom?! Dad?!"

They died right there in the car. They didn't even make it out of Atlanta with us. And they were the ones who knew what the hell was happening. But we figured out pretty quickly when we saw what had caused the wreck. There was a corpse walking towards us.

"Steve!" I shriek, looking out of the shattered windshield. A man is limping towards us, intestines spilling out of his front. Blood covers his mouth. His lips and cheek are shredded to pieces.

A few feet away from the man, two bodies lay, mangled and still. I shriek again for my brother, who jumped out of the car. He didn't run to the man, but around the backside of the car. Steve opens the back, and pulls out a gun. My eyes widen. How did he know that was back there? Why was it there in the first place?

I remember Steve killing the first walker I'd ever seen. He didn't have time to put a bullet in, but he knocked it over the head with the butt of the shotgun. I remember seeing my brother cry, watching him wipe away his tears with the hem of his t-shirt. I remember him helping me out of the car, grabbing our things and everything else we could carry. I remember him cursing, and I remember sobbing over our parents, who lay still in the car that was now just as dead as them. I remember Steve holding me in a tight embrace and feeling his body shaking.

We were alone together, and thankfully, we made it out of the city. The first night of being on our own, we slept on top of an abandoned food delivery van, safe from the walkers.

Steve explained to me what Dad had told him before we left the house. I didn't want to believe him, but I didn't have a choice. "We either fight, or we die. We don't have a choice but to survive." Steve tells me. The moonlight shines on his face, making his blonde hair seem brighter than usual. His expression is hard and determined.

"You know Dad's last words to me were to protect you." Steve says quietly after a moment of silence. I look back up into his eyes, feeling my lip start to tremble.

We spent a few days on top of the food delivery van, until Steve gave us a big enough pep talk to start traveling. The first few weeks were spent in the woods, sleeping in trees and hunting small game for food. Soon enough, the walkers started migrating through the woods, so we had to be extra careful. Steve and I were never more than ten feet from each other.

I thank God we didn't stay behind at the wreck site, because who knows what we'd have done if our parents turned. If it wasn't for Steve, I wouldn't have even gotten out of the car, much less make it this far. If only he were still here with me..

My brother and I ran into a group of people who told us of a community - Woodbury. When we agreed to go, I had no idea it would cost Steve's life. I didn't trust the Governor the first time I saw him, but Steve promised he would protect me, and it'd be okay to stay here for a while.

So I believed him. The day Steve went on the run with a group of the Governor's people was the last day I saw him. He didn't come back. No one did.. No one except the Governor.

"Where's my brother?" I ask, pushing through the crowd that had gathered around the Governor. The man stands up on his porch, ready to explain to us.

"We were attacked. I barely made it." The Governor speaks sadly, but I pick up a tone of mockery in his voice.

My heart nearly stops beating when I hear the Governor's words. My mouth is dry and my body is numb. Steve is gone. Steve is dead..

At first, I had believed the Governor about Steve's fate. But anger and curiosity got the better of me, and somehow I knew the man was lying. Somehow I managed to figure out the truth, and I was right.
So I left.

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hi! if you didn't notice already, I made a new cover! :D

so what's your opinion on Baylee? + this episode focuses on the governor on the show, so I thought I'd focus on Baylee in the chapter. the others will be in the next chapter don't worry ^-^

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dedicated to @Emmie_Kim because you commented first on the last chapter :)

*attention, however guys from now on I'm not doing dedications to who comments first necessarily because I have a lot of readers who comment all the time, so to my loyal older readers who comment a lot, your dedication chapter is coming soon!

I love you all!

-Walker-Bait