The Battles End (#wattys2016)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Lights Out

"Just like old times." He spoke.
"If you mean by me saving your ass, by old times. Then yes." Sunny loaded an arrow and shot the walker at her left. "Exactly like old times." When she started walking toward the road, her friend followed. He muttered a mix of a question and complaint about having to kill all the walkers on the way back to where his companion came from, only to earn a glare from Sunny. "Considering I was more concerned in finding you dipshit, then killing them. Yes, we do."
"Well hello sunshine." He remarked.
"Preston." Sunny growled, shutting the boy up for the remainder of the trip.

He had gotten away. When he ran, he figured she was behind him, he thought she was behind him. That was the whole reason why he fled when he did. All hell was busting loose, he thought she'd make the decision to flee. But, he knew her well. If she didn't follow him, she was still there. He hadn't gotten very far before a shot had rang out, so that had to mean she was alive, right? Sunny had that habit of surviving through things, even after evidence had been presented that she hadn't. That girl could have faked her death fifty times over and he'd be fooled almost each time. But his brother, he wouldn't have if he was still alive.
Preston had gotten far enough, by the time the shot rang out, that he couldn't turn back. He was too hurt by then.

He had collapsed hours ago, slumped up against a house. The back of the med center just hardly in his view in the light of the full moon. All it required was for him to use the strength and energy he didn't have. His bullet wound stung, along with the cut. One of the Savior's he took down only had a knife, but he didn't go down without at least cutting Preston pretty good. He sat there bleeding out. He tried to keep his labored breaths silent, but it didn't work too well.

It was when Preston could hear someone walking in his direction, he held up his empty gun.
"Don't come any closer." He tried to sound firm, but there was a small hint of weakness in his tone.
Whoever it was, was gutsy at the least. They kept coming forward pushing Preston's hand down.
"Hey." He grunted, moving away from them as much as possible, which wasn't far. They took a look at his wounds.
"I'm not even going to ask." Instantly Preston recognized her voice, as her face became clear in the moonlight.
"Michonne?" She smiled at him.
"C'mon." She helped him up, and they slowly made their way toward med.

A doctor was just wrapping him up, when a gunshot rang through the starless night.
"What the hell was that?" Michonne asked.
"I have a few guesses." Preston grunted as he put his shirt back on.
The cut was on his side, and the bullet had been in his shoulder. Now he sat back hoping to get a little rest. He closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

Darkness surrounded most the hallways, making Res be on edge. His green eyes cut through the darkness, scanning the room one more time along with looking through the cracked open doorway. It was so oddly still. He was up for twenty minutes before he realized Michonne was awake too. She sat in her chair, eyes closed and looking relaxed. She was awake nonetheless. Preston sat up causing Michonne to open her eyes. She was about to tell the younger man to lay back down, but he got the first word.
"It's too quiet." He told quietly. They have power here, I know. Could keep the lights on all night and still be good."
"The Saviors, their probably the reason why." Michonne answered.
"Yeah." Preston slowly stood much to her disliking.
"I have a feeling. I don't know what. But I think a walk might help out." With a sigh of defeat Michonne followed the persistent Res.

They wandered down the hallway until Preston stopped without warning.
"Damn it Preston, warn me next time." Michonne warned in a hushed voice.
He did a double take, looking into the room to his right again. Then, he walked in.
"Preston? Preston!" She scolded, following.
The woman in the room stirred, even though she had already been laying awake too. He hadn't recognize who it was at first, her short hair threw him off. Once again, Preston stopped. Now since he was older, he was taller than Michonne, blocking her view with his square build.
"Preston?" The voice was so familiar, both froze when it first sounded. Michonne was filled with joy, as she stepped out from behind Preston. A single, small lamp let out a weak glow to the room.
"Michonne?" Maggie's face lit up, before Michonne wrapped her arms around her. Preston stood back, a warm smile curling his lips.
But the reunion was cut short.
Nurses sped down the halls with flashlights, and what may have looked like knives.
"Lights out, lights out!" Several warned as they ran by.
"Close the doors, lock 'em up! Lockdown!" More finished.