Holding on (The walking dead/Daryl fanfiction)

Chapter 49

*Jamies pov*

Walkers was all I heard, no voices just walkers

"Shit!" I yelled and pulled out my pistol

I saw Rick and Deanna together, Deanna was limping and Rick was helping her run, I ran to them so did carol, Carl, Michonne, Gabriel, Greg and Ron.

"Good your ok" Rick said

And we ran towards a house but got cornered

There was gunshots then clearing

"Come this was I have Judith!" Jessie yelled and we ran into her house.

We got inside and closed the door

I caught my breath

Rick and Michonne took Deanna upstairs to stitch her up.

I looked out the window and shook my head, I covered the widows with the curtains.

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Rick told us Deanna was bit which was terrible. She didn't have long.

I just sat on a couch, I bounced my leg up and down, I bit my lip while thinking. How are we going to get out of this mess?.

Rick came over and sat by me

He didn't say anything

There was a crash then glass breaking down in the garage, we both got up and ran, most everyone did. We got to the garage it was locked.

It was Carl and Ron inside, we heard struggling

"Get back" Rick said then took out his small axe and chopped off the door handle and opened the door

Carl and Ron got up off the floor and the walkers came crashing through the glass window in the garage. Carl and Ron ran out of the garage and me and Rick held the door shut since he chopped off the handle, Carl, Ron and Jessie held the door while me and Rick put a sofa on the door to hold it.

"We need to be more quite" Rick whispered

"Carl what happened" Rick asked

Carl explained how they were looking for weapons and the walkers came though the window, I didn't believe it.

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The walkers knocked down the sculpture Jessie was building which just attracted more.

I shook my head

Judith started crying so rick went to quiet her.

Rick and Michonne went to opened the garage door so the walkers would get out, they moved the couch to the stairways which led upstairs, since the barge was downstairs.

They killed two and brought them up stairs,

I knew exactly what we were going to do

We were going to gut the walkers and put the guts on is to mask our smell.

I helped gut the walkers, Gabriel looked like he was about to be sick, he brought us the bed sheets we were going to put the walker guts on.

We covered ourselves with walker guts,
We were ready to go, I took out my knife and held it in my hand. I smelled of rotten flesh and blood.

We moved the sofa and Started walking past the walkers.

I held my breath, afraid any movement would blow our cover.

We finally made it outside and we held each other's hands.

"Mom?" Sam Jessie's son said
"Mom?"