Turned (A Chandler Riggs Fanfic)

Chapter 7

I collapsed to the ground as bodies swarmed me, trying to eat away at my flesh. It was those damn zombie things, chomping at the air as they attempt to draw their mouthes to my skin. There was probably 10 or 15 of them, I couldn't tell.
"Chandler! Someone! Help!" I swung at the things, which had little effect, when all of a sudden I was tackled by one. They lay on top of me, snapping the air just above my face. The displeasing smell of death creeped into my nostrils, and caused my senses to go completely berserk.
This is it. This is the end.
Chandler was probably right next to me, getting eaten alive. My arms were locked around it's neck, trying to choke it to death, wow was that not working out. I shook its head vigorously, and in about 10 seconds I felt it's head fall loose in my hands, and I tossed it to the side. As I tried scrambling to my feet, another one of those bitches tackled me, and came so close it even bit a few hairs off of my neck. I went for its head again, but couldn't quite grasp it. It was on top of me, and shaking it loose was not an option. I had to kill this one, too. I jabbed my thumb into its eye, only to have thick, blue slime ooze out onto my sweatshirt.
"Chandler! Where the hell are-" a silver tip shot through the thing's head, and at that moment it froze and fell limp on my body. I shoved it to the side a little, to reveal Chandler. He was covered in blood, and was holding a sharp blade through the attack-zombie's head.
"You go for the brain, idiot," a smirk began to shape on his face, I guess that never gets old. I watched at he pulled the knife out of its head, and kicked the thing off of me. He extended an arm out to me, offering to help me up. I sighed, and grabbed his arm. I saw about 8 of them dead on the ground, and the one I had decapitated was still chomping and squirming. Chandler walked over to its disembodied head and stabbed its forehead as I stood in disbelief.
"How the hell did you-"
"I play a lot of video games, k? And the blade was complimentary from...that walker in the back. You're welcome for saving your ass," those words exited his mouth agitatedly as he ripped the knife from the head.
"Walkers?" I actually kinda liked the name. Instead of zombies, or...living dead? The walking dead maybe. Nah, walkers sounds best.
"Just a name I came up with, do you not like it? Come up with something better if you want," he was trying to pat off some of the blood on his shirt while speaking, so no eye contact was made. He said something that caught my interest though, "shall we get settled now?"
"Um...we're not staying here, Chandler..." Was he being serious? Does he honestly think we're sleeping in a house packed with walkers?
"Don't be a wuss, it's fine. We killed them all off. We can check if there's anymore before we sleep here, and we can secure the place so no more get in. Sound like a deal?" I sighed and nodded as he continued, "and also, I found this. It was in another walker's jacket." Another blade was tossed to me, and I caught the flat end. I gave him a cold state of disapproval for having sharp objects airborne. He rolled his eyes and began walking inside.

***

I began to take in the features of the motel. Mostly everything was covered in a thin layer of dust, and it looked like it had only been vacant for a few years now. It was a small place, having only three rooms downstairs and upstairs. A small kitchen was on the left side of the motel downstairs, and a small room with a dining table and television was to the right. Upstairs had a small bedroom with a king sized bed, and I was shocked it was able to fit in such a tiny room. The beige walls gave each room a bit of highlight to it, which for some reason made me a bit more comfortable staying here. A built-in bathroom branched off of the bedroom, and it was decorated with a white wallpaper with an intricate design printed on it. I wondered if the shower still worked after all this time, I'd assume so since we still had power.

We'd killed about 10 or so walkers inside, and had managed to clear out the house in about 20 minutes. The door was now boarded up thanks to Chandler finding a basket of firewood. He had also pulled some nails out of a bathroom doorframe to support the wooden planks against the door. We had found the bedroom on the second floor, and sadly there was only one.
"So, which one of us gets the bedroom?" I asked with a mouthful of pasta. Whatever people had been staying here had left behind a shitload of food for us to feast on, and now I feel bad for um...killing there dead body?
"I was thinking I can get the couch by the front and keep watch. You can get the bedroom upstairs." Well now I feel bad that he has to stay on watch all night... "Don't worry about me, just get a some rest. You need it." Wow, is he psychic or something? I shrugged and thanked him, taking the last bite of pasta.
"I'm kinda tired now, want me to take second watch for you later?" I felt awful that he was offering to stay up all night.
"Alex, I got it.
Don't worry about me," he spoke. I ran upstairs with a sigh after saying goodnight, and left him sitting on the couch with only his blade on the small coffee table for protection.

***

"Alex, heads up!" I spun around to see a frisbee flying at my head, and quickly swatted at it, letting it fall to the ground.
I laughed and took off full speed at my father yelling. I sprung off the ground and flew towards him, as he grabbed me mid-jump and swung me around. I screamed and squirmed rapidly as he tightened his grip, "Dad stop!" I giggled as he turned me over, holding onto only my feet as I dangled in the air. I began scratching at his stomach as he laughed and swung me around. And that was when I heard a low, dark moan.
My eyes snapped open as I saw a figure looming over me. "Chandler...?" I whispered, the figure immediately growled and reached down at me, going in for a bite. I opened my mouth to scream, but it's mouth suddenly covered my mouth. I slapped the arm away as I looked up into Chandler's eyes and saw him laughing hysterically. "Fuck you, Chandler!" I hollered in frustration.
"April Fools!" he laughed as I began to sit up in the bed.
"Last time I checked it was the middle of fucking December!" I scolded, once again slapping his arm. He finally managed to settle down, and sat down on the bed next to me. It was still nighttime, probably about 5 in the morning, and I kept thinking back to my dream. It was a memory from when I was 10. I miss my dad, and I was now slightly concerned as to how he was striving in this new world. I then just gave Chandler a look and laid back down. He too plopped down right beside me, and I just rolled my eyes.
"Next time, be more quiet. They're attracted to noise," he scolded, still slightly laughing at his own joke.
"Wow you're so funny, and sorry Chan. I was too busy thinking I was about to get eaten alive." He laughed some more. "You ready to go back downstairs now?"
He finally gathered back all seriousness and replied, "nah. I boarded up of the windows now and put some extra weight against the door. The walkers won't be able to get inside and as long as we stay quiet, we could probably get a few days, maybe even weeks out of the place with the amount of food we have. So I think I'll just sleep up here tonight. This bed is more comfortable anyway." I was turned against the opposite wall, so he wasn't able to recognize my look of slight shock that he'd just proposed to sleep in the same bed as me. I didn't disagree though, it was comforting to have him here with me being that those things were prodding around the area. Who knows how many there were, and I didn't really wanna find out.
I rolled back onto my other side to face him, "fine, you can stay in here. Can you just close the door?" The bedroom door was wide open, letting the hallway light shine in. The bed shook as he climbed out and flipped off the lights and closed the door, it was almost pitch black as he slunk back onto the bed and I felt covers rustling as he settled in.
"Goodnight," I spoke into the darkness.
He replied with, "don't let the walkers bite." That just might be the corniest joke I've ever heard, but I just chuckled anyway.
And that's when I felt a soft set of lips plant themselves on mine.