The rest of the night and into the next day I am met with awkward stares and fake conversations. It's obvious who wants to talk about what happened to me and who just doesn't know what to say to me now that they know. After a few hours trying to deal with it I decide I need to get away from the home. I know the risk of running into Clint, but I don't care anymore. I put on a sweatshirt and walk into the sunlight. I make my way around town keeping my head down. After walking a few blocks, it's then I realize that I really don't know anybody outside of the house I've been staying in. I watch as kids run the streets, teenagers sulk against a house and men and woman keep busy on the road. I can't put names to faces and I regret not getting to know any of them. I decide to change that right then and make my way to the guard tower. I may not know everyone but I know someone. "What you doing over here? Trying to leave again?" Spencer calls out to me when I've gotten a bit closer.
"Aren't you suppose to be watching outside the fence?" I mock him from the ground. He throws his head back with laughter and begins his trek down the steps.
"What's up Shann?" He says when both feet hit the ground. He puts the rifle over his shoulder and waits for me to respond with a smile on his face.
"Just wonderin' if I could help at all? I'm starting to feel useless!" I say to him.
He rubs his hand against his chin like he's thinking but quickly snaps his fingers like he already had something in mind and was just messing with me "wanna keep watch?" He asks raising his eyebrows.
I eye him curiously "isn't that something only a few of you are suppose to do. I don't think Rick or your mom would be okay with me taking over for you." I respond.
He chuckles "I wouldn't let you keep watch alone. I'm not an idiot." he teases. "Come on." He says leaving me behind and heading back towards the tower. I follow him reluctantly and climb up slowly behind him. He offers me help over the lip of the tower and I take his hand. "Good view, huh?" He asks once I've had a moment to get adjusted and look around.
"You can see everything!" I exclaim. I've never had this view of town before. Below me are people safely tucked away in the town of Alexandria. I've talked with Daryl before about how sheltered their lives have been. I've experienced a little of it with Spencer the other day when he went out of the gates with me. On the other side of the fence lies wilderness. A hue of greens and browns lie ahead of me and I smile taking in the beauty. Only a moment passes before something catches my eye from afar and the dead lifeless being creeps towards the walls. Even from a distance, I can tell it's dead and waiting to gnaw at it's next meal.
Spencer must notice my change in attitude and finds what I was looking at "I'll get it." He says. He lifts up the rifle and takes it out with two shots. The bullet is muffled with a silencer and it falls to the ground when the second bullet hits it in the head.
"Not that bad" I say to him.
"What do you mean, not that bad?" He asks shocked "that was one hell of a shot. Look how far out that thing is?!" He fights me softheartedly.
"Please" I throw my hand towards him. "Watch and learn." I say asking for the rifle. He is hesitant to give it to me, looking at me curiously with a raised eyebrow. I stand there with my hands flat out and eyes open wide. I don't move from my position and he knows I'm serious. He unravels the rifle from his shoulder and I put my arm through the band. I lift it up to my eye and wait patiently for the next dead body to wander into the scope. A few minutes pass before I see one and I let my breathing slow down. I've shot a rifle a couple of times in the past and know I can get it with one shot. Just as I go to pull the trigger I'm caught off guard by the sound of something large coming towards the town. Spencer and I both turn our heads to the main entry road and find a huge 18 wheeler barreling towards the gate. Before we have any time to move, the truck rams into the wall and we are tumbling down to the ground with debris flying alongside with us.
The sound of the trucks horn brings me too and I blink my eyes quickly. "Did that really just happen?" I ask myself unsure if I'm dreaming or not. I try and lift my body but I am pinned against a piece of wood. "Damn it!" I shout out.
"Shannon! You alright?" I hear someone call to me.
"I'm stuck under some wood!" I call back "Where are you?" I try and yell back over the horn. My right arm breaks free and I move it to my head. I feel the blood coming from it and push against it hard to try and stop the bleeding. I expect to hear Spencer call back to me but instead I hear the piercing scream of a woman. I jolt upwards with understanding and fear and my other hand breaks free from captivity. As I try and force the wooden plank off of me the screams get louder and more are beginning to make it into the air. It's not just woman's screams anymore, I hear the cries of men begging for their lives as well.
Although it's only been a few minutes, it feels like hours before I get myself free. I stand up quickly and wait as my head spins from the movement. The horn continues to go off and I know I need to stop it before it draws more and more of the dead this way. "SPENCER?" I call out to him. We we're just next to each other minutes ago, he can't be too far, I tell myself. I stumble through the debris towards the large truck and find Spencer standing at the driver side door with it opened. "what are you doing!?" I call to him as I make my way towards it.
Inside is a man with a gunshot wound to the chest. His head lies against the horn, keeping it continually going. It appears as if he hasn't turned yet. A gun shot goes off from inside Alexandria and I'm relived that someone is fighting back. Spencer must have been jolted back to reality and he slams himself forward towards the truck. He pulls the dead man out of the driver seat and slides a knife into his head. The horn stops from going off and the body falls at his feet.
He turns to me with despair in his eyes "what now?" He asks.
My entire body is telling me to run. It's telling me to leave, this is what happened last time, this place is over. I look into the woods for my escape but something in my gut stops me. I turn back to face him and step closer. "We need to save them!" I say to him forcefully.
"Listen to them, it's a massacre in there!" He returns. "We should go! We can get out of here!" He tries to take my hand and run.
"No." I say back. He goes to pull his hand away but I keep it there "listen to me!" I demand to him quickly "I know you want to run away. I've been there before! But we can't, they need us! Everyone in there" I point to the town "needs us!" I finish letting go of his hand.
"I don't know if I can!" He says back honestly.
I nod my head in understanding. He was sheltered from the real world for a long time now. Even on the runs he has been, he hasn't seen something this dark before. I find the rifle on the ground and pick it up. I thrust it forward into his arms "stay here and make sure no one comes in that shouldn't or no one comes out that shouldn't!" I say. I wait for him to nod to me that he understands and after a moment he does. I go to run back inside the town towards the screams but pause briefly "shoot first, ask questions later!" I call back to him.
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Silent warrior: A Daryl Dixon Fan fiction
أدب الهواةShannon is always running away from her troubles. Even before the dead started coming back to life, she was on the road searching for something better, trying to make a new life. Who would have thought she'd find something better during an apocalyps...
