Psycho. (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

Seven.

Rick's Point of View

I pace the kitchen, walking back and forth. Eventually, Lori stops me. ''We should go look for them.'' She tells me, bringing me into a warm hug. She's right, we should go looking for them. It's been a day since Brooke and Aaron went on that run, and they still haven't returned. I embrace Lori, smelling the sweet smell of cinnamon that's constantly on her. I don't know what I'd ever do without her. I'd be torn apart.

       ''You're right.'' I reply, and she let's go of me. ''I'll go gather a group. We'll head out in 10 minutes.'' I tell her, and she nods. I grab my knife from the kitchen table, and walk to the porch. Once out there, I see Andrea, Michonne, Daryl, Carol, and Carl sitting around, enjoying the sunny weather. It's probably about 80 degrees out here, and there's not a single cloud in the sky.

       ''I need you guys to come with me and Lori to try to find Brooke and Aaron.'' I announce, and all of them look at me. I look down at Carl. ''Except for you.'' I tell him, and a look of anger arises on his face. I mean, I can't bring him with me. We don't know what we're gonna get into out there. He stands up. ''Why not?!'' He asks, clearly angry.

       ''All I do is sit around this stupid farm! I want something more!'' He yells at me, but I won't change my mind. I can't risk him too. ''I said no.'' I say firmly, and he runs inside, slamming the door behind him. Lori walks out onto the porch shortly after. ''What was that all about?'' She asks me with a confused look on her face. ''Nothing..'' I tell her. ''I just told him he couldn't come.'' I add, and she nods. ''You guys ready?'' I ask, and they all stand up. ''Then let's go.'' I add.

Aaron's Point of View

       The door burst open, and Brooke gets pushed in. Instantly I'm filled with pity because her eyes are swollen and she has black and blue all over her face. She runs over to me, and I wrap my arms around her. She puts her face against my chest, and I hear the muffled sounds of her crying. ''What did they do to you?'' I ask her sadly, and she looks up at me. ''They're horrible people.'' She says sadly, and she grabs my hand. I wince, and she pulls her hand away quickly.

       She looks down at my hand and gasps. ''Oh my god Aaron!'' She shouts. She grabs my wist and pulls my hand up towards the small lamp above us. In the dim light she looks at my broken left hand, with smashed fingers and a bloody stump where my ring finger should be. She puts her hand to her mouth as she gasps. 

       ''Are you okay?!'' She asks quickly. What I really want to do is scream no, because the pain is almost unbearable, but I just shake my head. I have to stay strong for her. ''Yeah, I'm fine.'' I reply smoothly. She looks at me with a puzzled look. ''No you're not!'' She yells. ''They cut off your fucking finger!'' She adds, as if I don't already know that. 

       I still want to know what they did to her, though. ''I'm gonna ask you again.'' I say calmly. ''What did they do to you?'' I ask, and she looks up at my face and into my eyes. I finally get a good look at her eyes, and her whole face. There was something different about her. Her dark blue eyes were perfectly placed on her, and her face was naturally beautiful, and I could tell she hated it. People probably didn't take her as seriously because of it.

       ''They raped me.'' She replies coldly, and anger rises inside of me.

Rick's Point of View

       The sound of Lori's heavy breathing brings me back to reality. I look to my right and see her laying there, panting heavily. I'm quickly reminded of where we are by the cement underneath me and the truck above me. We were on the search for Brooke and Aaron when we were surrounded by infected on the bypass. 

       I look ahead of me and see Daryl and Michonne laying together under another truck ahead of us. Then, I look to my left and see the feet of hundred infected walking by, not noticing us. My heartbeat quickens as one infected looks under the truck at us. ''Just remember. I love you.'' Lori whispers into my ear, and I can hear the fear in her voice. ''I love you too.'' I whisper back, and then my focus returns to the walker looking under the truck.

       I slowly pull out my knife, careful not to make a sound. Then, the walker groans and starts crawling towards us at an alarmingly fast rate. I try bending my body to a good angle to stab it, but Lori is blocking me from doing that. ''Scooch the the right some more!'' I whisper to her, but just then, the walker grabs her leg and starts pulling her out from under the car. My heart drops and I freeze.

       I lay there as Lori gets pulled from under the truck, and watch as she kicks, squirms, and screams at the top of her lungs, trying to lose the infected's grip. Just then, another infected grabs her arm from the left of us, and starts pulling her in that direction too. She looks up at me, and looks me straight into the eyes with a complete look of betrayal. That's when I unfreeze and try to help her, but it's already too late. Her arm rips from her body, and so does her leg, covering me in thick red blood. She let's out a blood curdling scream, and that's when I make a run for it.

       I run from under the truck to the side of the road, where I then run into the woods. I stop running after i reach the treeline, and I look back to see the rest of my search party following me, and they're being followed by infected. That's when the realization of what just happens hits me, and I let out a small sob. I sink to my knees on the ground, put my head down, and I start banging on the grassy earth with me fists. We've gotten this far, just for her to be torn apart?

       As my group runs past me, Daryl grabs my shirt collar and pulls me up, and I burst into a run with them. We run until we lose the infected, but we're stopped in our tracks by a group of three of them. But they don't run towards us, they just stand there. Not more of these fucking freaks. ''DARYL! MICHONNE! COME HELP ME WITH THESE THREE!'' I yell, and we tackle the group of cannibals to the ground. I hold my knife to the middle ones throat, and Daryl & Michonne do the same. 

       ''C'mon man! Please don't hurt me!'' The cannibal below my cries out, with tears running down his cheeks. But no. I won't kill him. I noticed something about him, something I also noticed on Aaron. Aaron's watch. ''WHERE ARE THEY?'' I ask him rudely, and he struggles beneath me. I hold him down with more force. ''C'mon man! I ain't got an idea of who you talkin bout!'' He cries beneath me, and I push my knife harder against his throat.

       ''Okay! Okay!'' He adds. ''I'll lead you guys there! Just please don't kill me!'' He says from below me, crying harder. What a pussy. I lift him up, and tie his hands behind his back with a length a rope I had in my bag. I do the same for Daryl & Michonne, and then we're off, with Andrea walking close behind us.