A Walk Among The Dead

Chapter 21

It's finally here...

I'd like to take some time to congratulate the winner of the "suggestion contest"- doodlemonster She had such an awesome idea and helped me out of my writers block, thank you! So, finally, here's chapter 21 of A Walk Among The Dead...

After about twenty minutes of being on the road, I noticed Laura start to get antsy.

"Calm down, Laura. It's going to be alright." Alex whispered to her as she began to hyperventilate. Rachel was trying to comfort her, but Laura was already in the midst of a panic attack.

"Laura, please try to calm down. They'll hear us." Brendon whispered from across the truck bed. I looked at Laura sympathetically, trying to think of a way to calm her down.

"I can't go back there." Laura whispered in between each panicky breath. She kept repeating this phrase over and over under her breath. Rachel held her hand and started making calm "shh" noises at her. I was tempted to ask why she was so traumatized by Joe and his base, but I knew better.

"Psst." I heard Brady hiss from the other side of Brendon. I leaned over so I could see his face, which wore a mischievous look.

"What are you up to?" I asked in a hushed tone. Brady smirked and reached his bonded hands in his front pocket. He finally managed to fish out one of the throwing knives we'd found way back when at the gun shop. My eyes widened with excitement and adrenaline. Brendon also saw the knife, and shared my expression.

"Why'd you have one of those in your pocket?" I asked.

"For emergencies. Not emergencies this extreme, but I guess it's qualified." Brady whispered. I smiled and laughed inwardly to myself. These dumb fucks messed with the wrong people.

Brady passed me the knife with shaky hands. I felt the cool metal on my fingertips, an exiting sensation. I finally had a weapon in my hands.

"What's the plan?" Brendon whispered to Brady.

"First, Rowan's gonna cut her rope, then everyone else's. Then, Row, since you're on the end, you're gonna lean over the bed and slash the back tire. Since we're the last truck in the line up, I'm assuming the others will continue to go while we stay behind and 'fix our flat'." Brady explained. Everyone was listening in on Brady's plan now, and approved of it.

"Ok then. Row, lead the way." Brady whispered. I nodded and began sawing at my rope.

The adrenaline that was pumping through my body was intense. I was shaking so bad I could barely hold the thin knife between my trembling fingers. The rope was pretty hard to saw through, especially with the kind of knife I was using. Each thread of the rope began to untwine as I sawed through. It was pretty difficult to do myself, and no one else could help we or it would look suspicious. I was completely on my own here.

All of a sudden, my hands jolted apart as the rope snapped. I pulled the rope off of my wrists and rubbed them. The raw, bright red skin felt hot, but I had so much adrenaline I didn't even feel an ounce of pain.

"Got it." I whispered to no one in particular. Everyone sighed and relaxed from their tense positions.

"Ok, now cut Brendon lose." Brady whispered. I nodded and subtly reached over and began to saw at Brendon's rope with my knife.

After a game of telephone, the silent cut the rope edition, Alex, who was opposite of me, leaned over and passed the knife back to me. I looked over at Brady who just nodded, telling me to go ahead. I glanced at the two men who were sitting in the cab of the truck. They both seemed like they were deep in conversation, both looking either straight ahead or at each other, so I took that as my cue.