Bryn:
I dragged myself out of bed and put both feet on these floor. I reached over to the nightstand next to the bed and retrieved my knife and silenced pistol that laid in the door. Sliding my knife into my pocket, I crept my way towards the window dragging my right leg behind me. This was the first time I was actually walking since the accident. It didn't hurt too badly, but without the pain medication, I don't think I could even lift it. I peeked out the small window.
The outside was coated in a thick cloud of dust. I couldn't even see a foot in front of me. All of a sudden, an overwhelming moaning sound came from outside. I ducked down and crawled to the door. I quietly clicked the lock. Carefully crawling back to the window, I slowly lifted my head to peek back out again. Most of the dust had faded away. I could see more than three or four dozen walkers inside of the walls limping around. Staying in here was just as dangerous as going out there. I crawled over to the stairs and pulled myself up with the banister.
As I was making my way upstairs, a banging began at the door. My heart stopped as I picked around the corner and watched as walkers began pouring into the infirmary. Shit, shit, shit! I got to the top of the stairs and quickly made my way into one of the bedrooms. Quietly I closed and locked the door behind me. My heart was beating at a completely irregular pace as I sat against the door panting like an exhausted dog. I could hear the variations of groans and moans taking place downstairs. The only thing that crossed my mind; where the hell is Carl? I limped to the window and peaked out from the side of the blind. Walkers filled the streets and yards of Alexandria.
I couldn't see anyone except for the dead. I sighed and slouched down the wall. I felt my eyes begin to fill up and a small tear rolled down my left cheek. I sat in the bedroom in silence for what seemed like forever. I did not know what to do with myself. Seconds later, I heard a gunshot. My heart stopped as I peeked outside, still not capable of seeing anything except for chompers now heading in the direction of the gunshot. I picked myself up and decided I needed to take action. Quietly I walked to the door and slowly opened it and stepped out. I walked to the top of the stairs.
There were still multiple groans come from downstairs. I kicked the wall with my foot and saw chompers beginning to attempt to make their way up the stairs to take a bite of my living flesh. There were at least three at first. I raised my gun and killed the first two and knocking down the third. As the third pulled itself back up, a fourth and fifth came around the corner. With three shots, all three bodies hit the floor. I slowly eased my way down the stairs to see if there were any more inside. Stepping on the chomper bodies, Rick with a bleeding Carl in his arms came running into the infirmary with Denise, Heath Aaron, and Michonne right on his tail.
Michonne closed to door behind them before anymore chompers entered. My eyes were wide and I felt extremely dizzy. One hand was covering my mouth as the other held onto the wall making sure I did not fall. Carl laid on the table as blood poured from his eye. Rick was pacing back and forth as Denise began shouting order to Heath and Aaron. "Please save him, please." Rick spoke. Denise continued to shout orders when she quick paused, "Where the hell is Bryn?" "Here." I whispered trying to speak. No one heard me. Michonne turned and saw me standing at the doorway with chompers under my feet. "Found her." She said as she came over grabbing and pulling me into a hug. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes again.
Michonne was wearing a shawl covered in guts from the dead and the smell was making me gag. She held onto me as we both watched Denise work on Carl. Rick was peeking out the window at all of the chompers. I could see him slightly stumbling. Rick reached down and pulled his machete out of his holster, and walked out the door without saying a word. "RICK." Michonne called leaving go of me and running outside after him. I walked towards the table where Carl was laying. The tears were pouring out of my eyes at this point. I slid my boots on and slowly stepped closer and closer to the door to make my escape.
I had my hand on the handle and opened it and started my way out. "Bryn, no!" Aaron yelled trying to drag me back in, but it was too late. Chompers still filled the streets as if every one that was killed had a new one reenter through the gap in the wall. With very little ammo, I began making a path towards the armory. I could barely walk without pain, let alone run, but I ran as fast as I could anyways. I was terrified of making one wrong move and having a chomper reach out and pull me into its deadly grip. I could hear the sound of Rick's gunshots grow as I got closer to the armory. He was standing outside with Michonne and Glenn. When I arrived, Michonne slapped my back right before almost taking my head off with her katana while a chomper attempted to grab me.
"Bryn, what the hell are you doing out here?" She yelled at me. "Helping." I said shooting a chomper that almost grabbed her from behind. The four of us entered the infirmary, closing the door behind us. "Glenn, do you know anyone else who's been killed?" Rick asked handing me an AUG. Glenn stopped and looked at Rick. "Hershel." Glenn said and turned back to loading his gun. "What do you mean 'anyone else'?" I asked loading my gun. "Deanna was bit early today after I left you at the infirmary." Rick stated emotionless. The four of us packed our pockets with extra ammo.
I restocked my pistol and slid it in the back of my pants. I through and extra AUG on my back just in case. "You really should not have left the infirmary, Bryn. Especially with your leg in the condition it's in." Michonne said looking at me worriedly. "Michonne, I'm fine." I said. She sighed. The four of us looked at each other nervously. Opening the door is ringing the dinner bell for the herd we were about to face. "Let's do this." Rick said as he opened the door and exited the armory.
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lol sorry guys that it took so long. i was mad procrastinating on this chapter for some reason. to make it up to you all, chapter 15 WILL be up by this Friday. i hope you all enjoyed! make sure to vote and leave comments, because i love hearing what you have to think! :)
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