You're Alive

Chapter Twenty-One

(Rocky's POV)

I was terrified. Instead of Lily's henchmen below me, I heard Walkers. The cries of her men were loud and rang through the Warehouse. There was a grating about three yards away and I quickly crawled to it, peering down from below.
I covered my mouth as I saw the bloody masacre. Bodies were torn to shreds and body parts were everywhere. I crawled over the grating lightly. I rather not fall into the blood bath.
I continued to crawl 'til there was a choice. Of course, one left and one right. I bit my lip and an idea went through my head. I grabbed the knife out of my boot and cut out a marker, so I knew I was here already.
I crawled through the left side and continued 'til there was another grating, and a dead-end. I bit my lip and carefully positioned myself to peer down the grating.
It was Lily and the rest of her Bandits. They were blockading themselves in a room with a back door. Two of the Bandits were clearing the way through the back and the rest were holding the doors back from the Walkers.
They tried staying quiet as possible, probably hoping that the Walkers would stop, but with a enclosed room full of survivors and maybe a crack in that door. It won't work. The scent of fresh meat would keep the Walkers there. At least most of the Walkers are distracted.
Fury filled my stomach as a thought came to me. She knows my group is still locked inside, and she doesn't try to help them out!? What a rotten bitch! I shook my head. But I didn't know what happened back then.
I crawled back to the split and touched the mark where I had to go right instead. I crawled towards the dead end and peered down the grate. Thankfully, there were no walkers around, and there was always stacked boxes for me to climb down.
I jumped down, landing on the box as quietly as possible. I climbed down the boxes 'til my feet touched the concrete floor. I still heard the moans from the Walkers, and the cries of the living. I shook my head and shut the noise out, pulling out my katana. Peering behind the boxes, I saw a shit load of Walkers. There was no way I could pass without them smelling me and killing me.
I noticed that one of the Walkers looked my way and started walking towards my direction. I cussed under my breath and hid behind the boxes. Once it was in my sights, I killed it and bashed its head in.
I looked at the dead Walker and to it's companions. An idea came to me, the most digusting idea, but probably the most effective. I raised my katana and cut open it's chest. I gagged at the scent of rotting flesh and sheathed my katana. I stuck my hands into it's chest, it's blood and entrails touching my bare skin. I raised my hands and felt the nasty, warm blood run down my arm. I looked at my chest and sighed, "I hope this works."