The Walking Dead: Blood

Chapter 14: Amputation

Chapter 14: Amputation

3 Months Later...

I approached a walker from behind a bush. From the mumbling sounds it was making, it was feasting on a corpse. I embedded my axe in its skull.

I kicked it in the back to get the blade out of its head. "Da**it! What did it get this time?" Mark asked as he approached me.

We had met Mark two months ago. He drove up to our motor in carrying a whole bunch of supplies in his trunk. At the time he was only wearing underwear, a t-shirt and his square glasses. He had never told us how he got like that. We gave him some clothes and let him stay with us. Now he was a part of the group.

I moved the dead walker to reveal half of a rabbit. "Looks like a rabbit?"

Mark sighed. "Well, that's another meal lost." We started walking back in the direction we came. "I just can't believe we went through all that commissary food in three months! It seemed like so much at the time."

"Maybe we shouldn't have opened the door." I looked back towards Mark and we both laughed.

"Yeah. Except then I'd probably BE food by now. Trust me, I have no regrets."

I looked back at the dead rabbit. "A rabbit's hardly a meal, Mark, but...I'd take it. We're all hungry."

"No kidding." We walked a little farther. "When I accidentally grabbed for Carley's rations the other night I thought she was going to take my hand off."

"We're all on edge." I defended her. "Just cut her some slack."

"Yeah. You're right." Mark replied. "I wish I knew for sure how much food we have left."

"You'll have to ask Lilly. She's the one handling the rations."

"Or mishandling it, if you ask Kenny." Some of the people back at our camp didn't like the way Lilly was running things. Kenny had come to hate it.

"He's just worried about his kid getting enough. I worry about Clementine too."

"You think Kenny is having better luck than we are out here?" Mark looked around for Kenny. Of course he was some place in the forest.

"I sure hope so." I said.

"Yeah. Between the lack of food and Kenny and Lilly fighting all the time, things are getting pretty tense back at the motor inn. You know Kenny's been talking about taking off if he can get that RV running."

"He's got a wife and son to look out for." I told him.

"And they're safest in a big group." I had to admit Mark had a point. "Going out on their own will get them all killed. Can't blame him though. Did you hear Larry going off on him last night? What's his deal? It seems like he has a problem with you in particular."

We both spotted a crow flying through the trees and Mark aimed the shotgun he had with him at it. "He's just an old racist a**hole. That's his deal."

"Well he needs to get over that and start pulling his own weight. Heart problems or not, we should all be trying to find food. And I know Lilly says he's getting weaker, but the guy's all muscle. He's like a walking piledriver. I know I wouldn't want to be stuck in a room with him. Didn't he punch you in the face one time?"

"Knocked me flat." My nose still hurt from that punch.

The crow flying through the trees landed on a branch. Mark and I ducked behind a rock. He aimed his gun at the small animal. "Take the shot." I encouraged him. "We need anything we can get at this point."