Psycho. (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

Eight.

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 Aaron's Point of View

Gunshots. That's the first thing we hear. Then the sounds of screams and orders. Brooke wakes up immediately, and her head flies of my shoulder. She looks at me with disgust, and then sighs. That's when we hear more gunshots, and I stand up. What's going on? And why is she treating me coldly like that? I thought we were close. 

       ''C'mon!'' I yell to her, and I run to the door. ''This is our only chance!'' I yell, and she runs to the door too. I look for the handle on the door, but there isn't one. Fuck. There's only one other thing I can do. I look to make sure the door swings out into the hall, because if it swung towards us, we'd be out of luck. I kick as hard as I can right under the doorknob with my foot, and it bursts open. 

       I look to my left and my right, but there's no one in sight. I look back to Brooke, and nod. I notice her eyes are puffy and swollen, probably from crying so much a few hours ago. We run down all the hallways we were lead down yesterday, and that's when I see the mass destruction going on. It seems as though all the citizens of this city are armed, and they're all shooting the same way. There's fire in many places, and I see a few stray walkers.

       That's when I notice what they're all shooting at. Or rather, who they're all shooting at. From my position, I can see Michonne, Rick, Daryl, and Andrea huddles together behind a pile of bricks, and the bricks are crumbling into pieces as more bullets hit them. Andrea stands up and tries to shoot them, but she's not fast enough. A bullet passes right through her skull, and she falls to the ground.

       Brooke runs out to help, but I grab her arm and pull her back. She can't die too. She punches my arm and my face to try to get me to let go, but I don't budge. By the time she's done, my arm stings and my face burns. ''Sorry.'' She mumbles. I look up, and see the firefight still going on. There's not much bricks left, and every once in awhile, one of our group's members will stand up and fire back, killing a few people every time. How can they kill other people this easily, without any hesitation?

       Daryl's eyes dart to the sides, and we make eye contact for a few seconds. He tugs at Rick's shirt, and he looks over too. He lifts his hand up, and mouths the words ''Stay there.'' That's when a hand grabs my neck, and the person slams me against the brick wall next to me. ''Who are these people!'' The cannibal leader asks me. I can notice his worried expression through the dim moonlight, and I'm glad his people are dying.

       ''Our group.'' Brooke says from behind him, and she hits him on the back of his head with a brick. He falls to the ground, with his hands on his head. I immediately see blood. ''You fucking bitch!'' He screams, and he grabs her foot, making her collapse to the ground. He gets on top of her, and starts punching her repeatedly. I run up to them, and I punch him in his head as hard as I can. I repeatedly punch him until he gets off her, and then I get on top of him, punching him more. 

       He pushes me off him, pins my arms to the ground, and pulls a knife from nowhere. He puts the knife to my cheek, and cuts a slit into it. ''Brooke!'' I call out but she's just standing there, watching. 'He puts the knife to my neck. ''Brooke!'' I yell again, and she runs at him. He lets go of one of my arms, and swings his knife towards her. A large cut forms on her thigh, and she falls to the ground, clutching it. He gets off of me, and stands up. 

       ''Now, didn't I ask you guys to cooperate?'' He asks, and I tilt my head back to look at Rick and the gang. Rick pulls a small, sphere object from his shirt pocket, and I know something bad is gonna happen. Do it Rick, do it. He pulls the pin from the grenade, and throws it at the crowd of people shooting at them. They try to scatter, but it's too late. The grenade goes off, blowing up the front of buildings, and killing or injuring many. I hear cries and screams from the group of citizens, and then the leader pulls out a small pistol from his back pocket.

       ''NO!'' I yell as I try to stop him, but it's already too late. He's shot them all. I look at their limp bodies lying on the ground, and I start to feel dizzy. These people accepted me, fed me, and gave me shelter. And now I've seen them murdered with my own eyes. I hear Brooke cry loudly from aa few feet away, and then I black out.

       When I wake up, I'm laying in the backseat of a truck. My cheek feels sticky from blood, and my head is throbbing. I feel the truck going over a bumpy road, and then I hear Brooke. Thank god she's okay. ''Take a left here.'' I hear her say, and then I look outside of my window. It seems as though it's early morning, and there's not a cloud in the sky. I wish I could be enjoying this weather, instead of being kidnapped.

       I sit up, and look at the two sitting in the front seats. The cannibal leader has one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand holding a gun to Brooke's head. ''He's awake.'' Brooke says, and the leader looks back. ''Aye boy!'' He says. ''Do you know where we're headin'?'' He asks, and I look outside my window again. I see the house that I first found that day after I escaped the woods, and it's swarmed by infected. The truck just plows right through them though. Literally. It has a plow on the front.

       The realization comes to my mind, and my heart drops. ''I.... I think so.'' I say, and he laughs. ''You guys destroyed my town, so I'm gonna kill all your people!'' He says enthusiastically. He's fucking psycho. ''They'll kill you before you can even touch one of them.'' I say coldly, and he points the gun to my head. ''What?!'' He yells, in a very high pitched voice. It's so ridiculous that I chuckle a little. ''Nothing.'' I reply coldly. ''Good.'' He mumbles under his breath.

       Once we're right outside the farm's perimeter, he parks the truck. He looks back at me. ''Can't be makin' much noise, now cold we?'' He asks, but I don't reply. ''Get out of the truck, and stand side by side.'' He says, but neither of us budge. ''Now!'' He yells, and we both get out of the truck, doing as he says. He shows up with a length of rope, and he ties it around our wrists. He holds the end of the rope in his hand tightly, and he pulls us along, towards the farmhouse, with a red canister in his other hand. ''Do not make a single noise, or I'll kill them, and you.'' He whispers, and we both nod. I can't imagine what he's going to do.

       I look over at Brooke, and tears are falling down her face. I don't know how long she's been with the group, but she must be very close to them. I push against her, and she lays her head on my shoulder as we walk. We reach the house, and he uncovers the top of the red canister. He pours a little out, and it has a familiar smell. Gasoline. A small cry comes from Brooke's throat, and she buries her head into my chest. The leader looks back at us. ''Awe.'' He says, making fun of us. ''Young love.'' He adds, and I shoot him death glares.

       He leads us around the perimeter of the house, pouring gasoline all of it, and then we reach where we started. ''Revenge... At it's finest.'' He says coldly, and anger builds up in me. He lights a match, drops it onto the gasoline, and then he runs a short distance, dragging us along. The flames start, and they quickly spread to wherelse there is gasoline, and then to the wood boards the house is made of. The fire quickly engulfs the house, and I hear screams of pain from inside.

       The front door of the house bursts open, and Hershel comes running out. He looks at us through the flames, and runs back inside. There's no escape. The front and back porch is on fire, and all windows on the first floor are covered in flames. The only escape they have is jumping from a second story roof, which would probably lead to broken ankles, and legs. More screams come from inside, and Brooke continues to cry into my shirt. I try to comfort her, but I have no idea what to say, and my hands are tied up.

       I see a small figure drop to the ground at the back of the house, followed by two more, but the leader doesn't seem to notice. He's too busy admiring the flames. Carl, Beth, and Carol look at us, and then they run into the woods. At least they have a chance there. 

       An earsplitting shriek comes from the house, followed by the house collapsing. The smell of burning bodies fills my nose, and I gag. That's when I hear something that breaks my heart. A yelping noise from a dog fills my ears, and my throat starts to tighten up. Then suddenly, the yelping from the dog, and the cries for help stop, and the moans from infected replace them. ''C'mon kiddos!'' The leader says with a large grin on his face, and he leads us back to the truck, where we then drive away, the burning farmhouse behind us.