HeartBreak

~Chapter 6~

-Chandler's POV-

I didn't think anyone was with me, but sure enough, when I look in the direction of the light, I see her. 'Her face flustered with fear really makes her blue eyes stand out' I smile to myself as I brush some of my hair out of my eyes, surprised that I've already started flirting with this stranger in my head. She could be dangerous for all I know.

Her screams in fear snap me out of my daze as one of the biters grabs her by the ankle. She tries to pull away, but with the other two closing in, it's no use. She cries out for help, hoping to get the attention of others above us. There's a banging noise coming from the top of the stairs. I take a step closer to her while glancing towards the stairs then taking a peek at the biters. My body acts quicker than my brain can register as I unsheathe the knife from my pocket and stick it through the skull of the creature holding on to her. Just as I remove the blade from it, the door at the top of the stairs gives way. I quickly move back into the shadows as two more figures make their way down the stairs. Their machetes slice through whatever monsters they can find. Her eyes seem to look around for me. Shit. I didn't think she actually saw me.

"Bella! Are you okay? How did you manage to get down here?" The taller one rushes over to her side.

'So that's her name...Bella...what a beautiful name...' I sigh internally before focusing on what was happening.

"Someone... pushed me...down here..." I decide to make my exit now. With my back pressed up against the wall, I slowly move towards the stairs.

"Now you see, this is exactly what Timmy was afraid of. Bella going and almost..." I tune the rest of them out as I creep up the stairs. Still not sure if I am in the clear or not, I tiptoe my way across the floor to the entryway staircase and sneak up those as well.

Just as I step off of the last stair into the hallway, I hear a someone walking below me. Instinctively, I crouch down against the banister and peer below. The blonde hair man that I saw earlier downstairs storms out of the house, very visibly angered.

About five minutes later, Bella and the other man exit as well. I notice that she is leaning against him, almost completely dependent on him to help her walk. For some random reason, I feel a slight twang of jealousy.

'What? Are you actually jealous? You haven't even met the girl! She could have a boyfriend for all you know!'

I sigh and lean farther down.

'...an even better looking boyfriend than you!'

My mind can't help it but add that last part. Not that it isn't true, because she could theoretically have a boyfriend better looking than me.

'What am I even thinking? I don't even know where she lives!'

I take a deep breath before standing back up and heading to the little room I've claimed as my own. To my reassurance, the bedroom door is still tightly locked, just like the way it was when I left it.

I pull the key out of my pocket and shove it in the lock. The lock undoes itself with a satisfying clicking noise before creakily swinging open. I shut it behind me and lock it before flopping down on the bed. My recent "visitors" have put me slightly on edge.

The faded blue wallpaper of the room really adds to the overall aged and decaying feel of the house, but that's not why I chose this room. When I got here a few weeks ago, this room caught my eye with its "stuck in the 90's" vibe it has. Posters of bands popular in that decade cover the wall accompanied with a bookshelf filled with the albums of that decade as well. I've always been a sucker for antique and vintage things like this, especially when it comes to music. The static from my walkie talkie pulls my from my daydream.

"Chandler? Chandler are you there? Over."

I jump when I hear Glenn's voice come through the static. "Holy shit! You scared the hell out of me man! Yes. I am here. And knock it off with the 'Over' nonsense."

"Fine. Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the apocalypse..."

I roll my eyes as some of his laughter comes through the radio. "Haha. Very funny. Now if you're done with your stupid ass jokes, then tell me why you need me."

"Your fathe...I mean Rick...wanted me to check up on you to see if you're still alive over there. He's starting to get worried. We haven't seen you in a few days."

I snatch the radio off of the desk and lay down completely on the bed. "I'm finishing up right about now. Nothing really useful here, unless you count the 90's Dance Rave CDs useful."

"Whatever. Just...bring back whatever useful shit you can find. And keep an eye out for canned peaches. Lori's having those cravings again. As if the nine months couldn't be taking any longer..."

The radio goes silent. I set it back down on the desk before pulling my backpack out from under the bed. I unzip the front pouch and take out a folded picture. In that picture is Lori, Rick, and myself, otherwise known as the Grimes family. It's probably the last reminder I have of what it was like before the world was flipped upside down. Before all of the basic laws I thought I knew were thrown out the window. Before 'Kill or Be Killed' actually held some relevancy nowadays. Back when I knew what it meant to be alive. Back when I used to be human.