Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

4

Jane's POV

We were going on the second night stuck in the antique shop with Harry. Nothing had been accomplished and I hadn't said much to anyone since I broke down crying.

Ben had ignored any sort of contact with me. I handed out lunch to him and Ciara, and he avoided my eye contact as I tossed it across the room to him. Then he threw it to Harry without my or Ciara's approval.

I ignored the immediate response I had for it, but gave Harry a look that said everything I felt like saying. Then, I tossed Ben another can of food which he ate, thankfully.

As night came upon us, I went to go peek out the front door to see if the dead were still as thickly in the streets as yesterday. They had begun to thin out this morning, but even with the amount of them that were out there, someone would have ended up getting hurt trying to flee.

I looked out through the windows and didn't see many. I saw one across the street, but not close enough to catch up to me if I stepped outside for a mere second.

The air was chilled as I took a step outside and I felt tiny rain drops drip down from the clouds overhead. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I looked up. I ran out of my water last night and the can of green beans I had for lunch were salty which made me more thirsty than I already was.

I pulled my knife from my belt and lunged at an oncoming dead one. She used to be young, not much older than me, and I wondered how long she had been dead and roaming around. How did it happen? Did I ever know her? Too many people from my part of town grew up there and never left. I knew that wasn't going to happen to me, so I left and never came back. Until now...

She dropped to the floor and I searched her pockets to see who she was. The only thing she had on her was a cigarette. Go figure...

I took the cigarette and turned to walk back in the shop done with this stupid escapade. There were still too many dead ones roaming the street and I knew Ben was still too weak to use his knife to kill them. But it wasn't his fault that he wasn't strong enough, he was just a kid. He shouldn't have to have been strong enough.

I hadn't realized but Ben was outside with me and I felt the rain start to fall just a tad harder. We would get sick if we stayed out here...

"We should go back inside," I said and he ignored me. "Ben," I raised my voice and he walked further out into the street. "Ben..." I whispered my shout.

I ran to him and noticed he had his gun pulled out ready to kill all of the dead ones approaching us from way down the street.

"Ben! No..." he lifted his gun in the street and I jumped with the first shot. A dead one fell to the pavement in front of Georgia's Own Credit Union... The next one was shot twice before falling in front of Beth's Country Cooked Diner...

I was paying too much attention to him to look around my own surroundings. My arm was tugged by a dead hand and I watched with fear stricken attention as the dead one's mouth neared my arm. Then a shot went off in my direction. Glass shattered and the dead one was pushed back as the bullet went into his shoulder.

I let out a slow motion shout and fell to the ground to get away from him. I wasn't paying attention to Ben anymore but was trying to find my knife to finish off the dead. He was crawling closer to me, grabbing my ankles and tugging me toward him. I reached for my knife just a few feet away from me. I must have dropped it when I fell.

"No, no, no!" I cried and flailed my legs to get him off while stretching my arm out to grab the handle of my knife.

The blade of a machete crashed down on his head and blood splattered against my pant's leg. I cringed with the impact of the dead body falling limply on my legs and looked up to see Harry turning and swinging his blade against another dead one's face, slicing it in half and then turning to slice another one.