Fight The Dead, Fear The Living (Rick Grimes)

Chapter 12

"Let's get out of here! Roamers all over the place! Hurry up!" Some said as the walkers were closing in on them.

"We gotta get out of here!"

"What about Sean?" One asked.

"They shot him." Someone said and began running to their car.

"We gotta go."

"Roamers are everywhere." They shouted.

"We're leaving?"

"Jump! Hurry up, jump already." One man shouted to a teenaged boy who was struggling to get over a fence. As he was about to jump off, a spike went through his leg, stopping him moving and making him scream in pain.

 "Dude didn't make it." The man said as they were getting ready to go.

 "Help me! Help help me!" The teenaged boy was shouting.

 "I've gotta go. I've gotta go. I'm sorry!" His group said as they drove away.

"No no, don't leave! Help me! No! No!" The teenager was shouting.

"Get Hershel." Rick said to me. I nodded and got him.

 "Gunfire must've attracted the walkers." I said as we all got to the teenaged boy.

"Rick! We have to go now." I said as I saw walkers closing in on us.

"No!" The boy said as he continued crying.

"I'm sorry, son. We have to go." Hershel said as he started to turn around.

"No no, don't leave me please." The boy was pleading.

"We can't." Rick said.

"He was just shooting at us!" Glenn pointed out.

"He's a kid." Rick said, he'd understand because he has a son.

"Please help me." The boy continued.

"This place is crawling with walkers!" Glenn said. 

"We can't leave him!" Rick repeated.

"The fence went clean through." I said.

"There's no way we can get the leg off in one piece." Hershel acknowledged. The boy began crying all over again.

"Shut up or I will shoot you! That may be the answer." I said.

"We're not gonna get that leg off without tearing the muscle to shreds." Hershel said. Walkers were coming closer and I was beginning to panic.

"Can't we just take the leg off? - That hatchet still in the car?" I asked.

"No no, don't don't Don't cut my leg off, please. Please, not my leg." I went to the car which was right next to us - ready to escape - and got the hatchet out.

 "Will this cut through the bone?" I asked.

 "I'll have to sever the ligaments below the kneecap, cut above the tibia." Hershel said.

"He's going to lose his lower leg." Rick said.

No, don't. No." The boy went on.

"When we get clear of here, we're gonna have to find some tinder, cauterize the wound - so he doesn't bleed out." I said.

"All right, no choice." Hershel said.

"Hurry up." Glenn said, starting to shoot the walkers that were too close for comfort.

 "Oh God, oh God." The boy said.

 "Hershel, how we doing over there?" Rick asked as he was starting to shoot walkers too.

 "I need more hands! Easy easy." I went over and let him use mine.

 "Come on, we gotta go! I'm almost out of ammo! We don't have much time! Come on, we've gotta go! Can't hold 'em off! Hershel, do it now! - Come on, Hershel! - There is no time!" Glenn started to panic more.

"Hershel, come on!" Rick shouted.

 Hershel cut through the leg as the boy screamed. We but him in the boot and drove back to the farm. Hoping to be safe.