Survivor (A Glenn Rhee fanfiction)

Us

Chapter 51: Us
Kadyn's POV

In the few minutes of peace that I had while sitting on the side of the desolated road, I had thought to myself, "How much more people do I have to kill before I can take back what's mine?"

And the answer to that question was: However many it takes.

Fighting for what is mine will always be a gut instinct. And I have proven it with my actions.

In those few silent minutes on the roadside, I decided that I'm not ashamed for killing Dayna and her two boys. I decided I'm not upset, and I don't feel shred of guilt.

Maybe that part was the part that fueled me on; that I don't feel anything anymore. Now, all I care about is finding my people. Finding Glenn is the only relevant thing right now.

I was unpleasantly awakened from my thoughts by a raspy snarl. So of course, I turned around to kill the walker.

But the walker turned out to be walkers, and I found myself running. I was outnumbered, and with only a few bullets I knew I wouldn't make even a dent in this herd.

I forced myself to press on, even when my sides burned and my lungs screamed for air. My eyes were scanning desperately for some sort of cover.

When I approached an abandoned delivery truck, I didn't think once that maybe the walkers could tip it over if they grouped up against the sides. I checked the cab for keys, cursed when I found none, and deciding I couldn't run anymore, climbed onto the top of the truck with my heart racing uncontrollably.

And here I am now, on the edge of an anxiety attack, with at least two dozen walkers swarming the sides of the delivery truck. I lay flat on my back, heart pounding in my throat.

I can't stop this herd by myself. I don't have enough ammunition, let alone strength, both physically and mentally. If I jump and run, they'd catch up to me, and I'm too short of energy to even try.

I close my eyes for a brief moment. The horrible rasps of the corpses only grow louder, and I can hardly concentrate on an escape plan.

Think, Kadyn, think. There's got to be some way out of this. If I lay here long enough, would the walkers eventually leave? Staying here too long could possibly draw even more corpses, and then again, with strength in numbers, the truck could be tipped over.

My luck, I'm covered in human blood, both mine and the previously unfortunate three. The walkers could probably smell me a mile away, no doubt they smell me now. The chance of them just wandering off is slim, but so are my chances of getting out of this alive.

Very slowly, I sit up. The walkers catch sight of me, and only snarl louder at my appearance. I scan the sides of the truck for any possible escape route. No luck.

A clear gunshot fires, ripping me from my thoughts and making me jump in fear so violently, I almost slip off the edge of the truck.

A corpse falls to the ground with a thud, and while the other walkers turn their heads to find the source of the noise, I stand up on the truck to get a better view.

Three figures are walking on the road, quite a distance away, but close enough to be visible. I squint my eyes until another gunshot rings out, causing me to lose focus.

Several of the walkers turn to the intruders, but most stay at the truck. The few that leave are shot down, and instead of trying to recognize my rescuers, I grab my knife to help take down the rest of the herd.

Bullets are too valuable to waste on a couple of rotting bodies, and now that I have help, the use of my gun is not as dire.

I carefully lean across the edge of the truck, stabbing a walker through the eyes.