Kill or be Killed-- A Walking Dead Fan Fiction

It's All Lost (5)

Bryn:

Carl! We can't just leave!" I yelled forcing myself to a halt. "The prison's lost Bryn. We have to go now!" He shouted but I refused to continue any further. "What about your dad?" I asked. Carl paused to think. Then he shook his head. "He'll be okay. He's tough. He can get out of there alive." "But what if he doesn't? What if gets killed? What if he gets bitten? What if he runs out of ammo? What if—." I questioned. "He's fine." Carl said taking his hat off and running his hand through his hair. I could tell I was on thin ice with him right now. "Let's go." He said and started to walk away.

I turned around to look back at the prison but tree's blocked my way. I sighed and followed quietly behind Carl. "Where are we going to go?" I asked breaking the silence. "I don't know. We have no food or water, no car, little ammo, and it's almost sun set. We need to find shelter just for the night at least." He said taking a left amongst the trees. We walked for twenty minutes and didn't find a simple thing. No roads, houses, nothing. "Can we rest?" I asked hoping he wouldn't get mad. He nodded and I took a seat on a fallen tree.

"I'm going to go look ahead a little bit. Maybe I can find a creak or a clearing, a house if we're lucky." He said waking off to the left. I sat alone. I listened to each breath I took. The next was deeper than the last. Though I sat there with the ability to bring my breaths to a normal pace, I couldn't find it in me to do so. There were shuffling of feet and natural instinct assumed it was a chomper. I quietly stood up and slid the knife out from my belt. I crouched down behind the fallen tree and waited for it to come into sight. When it got close enough I began to hear groaning and moaning. I peeked over the tree and saw two of them stumbling around. "Fuck." I mumbled to myself.

How in the world am I going to pull this off? The footsteps grew near and right as I was about to pounce, two gun shots were fired and both chompers fell to the ground, inches from my face. I held my breath. The only thing I could do at the time was hope whoever it is doesn't see me. It was a tall man. He had grayish hair and wore a leather jacket. His boots crunched multiple leaves causing me to cringe at the sound it made. The man's whistle rang through my ears like a siren on a cop car. It was loud and disturbing and completely irrelevant. Asshole will get himself killed between the gun shots and his whistling shit.

Considering he took those two chompers out by himself, I think he can handle himself just fine. I continued to stay silent though. Not wanting a bullet hole through my head next. The man stood with a hunch, surveying the area. His hands were placed firmly on his hips and his upper teeth were biting his bottom lip. He sighed and continued on his way. As soon as I knew he was a little ways away, I pulled myself up at sat on the log once again. It's been at least fifteen minutes since Carl left me here. The longer I sit here; the risk of getting myself killed increases. I hopped off the log and headed in the direction Carl went in.

It was quite peaceful besides the whole "dead walking around" thing. I forgot how enjoyable being alone was. Though my thoughts turned against me most of the time, it was still nice being able to think for myself when I was alone. I could see shoe prints in the mud so I decided to follow them. They could be Carl's or even a chomper. I laughed to myself. It doesn't matter now. The path twisted and turned. There were trees lying all over the place including broken branches. The breeze was nice, but it still wasn't enough to keep the sun from heating myself.

I could hear what sounded like footsteps, but everything I turned to look over my shoulder, nothing was there. My legs were already aching only after ten minutes. The wooded path ended and I was on the side of a road. I looked it up and down deciding on which way I would go. "FUCK!" My head immediately swiveled to the direction it came from. Taking a deep breath, I dashed to my right. My hair was blowing behind me and my boots clattered against the paved road. In the distance I could see a small house. It was no bigger than a mobile home. It looked more like a shed if you asked me. I ran straight past it for another three minutes until I needed to stop to catch my breath.

As I was catching my breath, I listened to see if the voice would shout again. "Shit, shit, SHIT!" It was Carl. He was running towards me. The closer he got, I noticed a HUGE herd of Chompers. There must have been hundreds. "Bryn, RUN." Carl shouted out of breath as he grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction I came from. Within minutes of running I was already panting and needed to stop. I've never been a runner.

Honestly, I hated it. I'm not saying I'm slow, I just never understood why track was a sport. Who "runs for fun?" I mean, you got to be crazy. I stayed close to Carl and he sprinted to the shed-like home. He slammed the door behind me and slid down to the floor. We were both out of breath from the lack of oxygen. I took a deep breath and slowly caught my breath.. He laughed and then looked up at me and smiled. "Well, that was fun."