Losing my mind

24. Hell broke loose

Maggie and Beth screamed out as Hershel fell to the ground, blood quickly covering his torso.

I looked up from aiming and all hell broke loose.

Rick yelled out no as he shot his gun, I aimed back and started shooting, the air erupted in gunfire.

I saw Rick run behind the tipped over bus, he got shot in the leg.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I shot

The tank and cars started to move up, tearing towing the fences on the way in.

"Cover me!, we need to back up!" I yelled over the gunfire to Maggie

She covered me as I ran behind some debris, two loud booms went off, they were blowing up the prison. At that moment I thought about Weston.

I covered Maggie as she ran towards the bus with Beth.

Another blast went off right over me and debris fell on top of me.

I recovered from the blow and continued firing.

I had my back towards the debris, I reloaded and shot at them some more.

I hid behind as they shot, I returned fire as bullets flew past me.

The tank now had made its way to the courtyard, it tore down the final fence.

Another loud explosion came from over me and debris fell on me.

A piece crushed my leg.

I cried out in pain, I lifted the heavy cement off of my leg and got up.

It hurt but I had to run.

This place is gone.

Walkers were now here, a lot of them.

I heard them approaching closer, i was cornered, the only way to live was to leave.

I shook my head thinking about Weston and Daryl.

"Fuck!" I yelled as I ran towards the outskirts of the woods, bullets wizz past me on the way out.

I turned around and shot at least 4 of them. I turned back around and ran, a sharp pain erupted in my shoulder. I held my gun on my non injured shoulder and ran.

My lungs burned as my feet carried me further and further.

I kept an eye out for any survivors from the prison as I ran.

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I had no supplies only my weapons, I tore a piece off my shirt and wrapped it tightly around my gunshot wound. My leg pain started to kick in. After running on it, it just made it worse.

I shook my head at the thoughts of Weston dead. I left him, I didn't even try and look for him or Daryl.

I was walking on a road, my eyes caught the attention of a small BBQ shack. I walked towards it and pulled out my axe. The door was already open, I walked inside with my axe ready.

It was clear except for a walker dead on the ground, a bullet hole in his head.

Chairs and tables were scattered everywhere, I made my way through and looked for supplies, it looks like it has already been looted.

I walked to the cash register and tried to open the drawer under it. Locked.

I slammed my axe into it and wood pieces flew everywhere.

Inside was gum, keys, sewing kit, a small bottle of alcohol, coins, some dried up jerky and a switch blade.

I grabbed what I needed and shoved the stuff in my pockets. I didn't have a a bag.

I walked into the back room with my axe ready. It was clear.

I found a torn up backpack, I still took it.

I left the BBQ shack and walked back into the woods.

I needed to find camp and stitch up my wound.

I found a decent area to camp, thick trees to my back, they can cover the fire so no one can see from a distance.

I made camp and started to clean my wound.

I hissed as I poured the alcohol onto my wound. I cleaned it enough and i stitched it up.

My leg, on the other hand, I couldn't do anything to. Might be bruised and sore but I had to deal with it.

I made a decent sized fire just as the sun was setting.

I found a rock and started to sharpen my axe. It was going to be a long night.