Last One Fighting ~ Negan Fanfic

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Jo

I was on my feet before my brain fully registered what was happening. The screams were coming from down below. Between screams I could make out the excited growls of biters. My heart was thudding in my ears and I wrapped my hands tightly around the railing as I waited for the gunfire to start.

It never came.

Just more screams. Three stories below I watched as biters surged through the fence. The whole herd that had been kept in the mote had found a break in the fence and were attacking the people in what looked like an auto repair yard. Men and women were screaming and a few were trying to fight back, but no one seemed to have any real weapons.

I pressed my lips together into a thin line. I didn't know how to get down there, not through the building. The inside was a cement labyrinth I was incapable of navigating especially with the growls of biters echoing in my brain.

Another shrill scream had me running down the length of catwalk before I consciously made the decision to help them. I rounded the corner of the building, convinced there had to be another way down. I pounded down the staircase I found. The thudding of my feet against the metal grated stairs matched my pounding heart as I heard the scream of someone dying. I pushed faster.

Where was everybody? This place was supposed to be safe. Negan practically had an army. So where were all the men with guns now?

The stairs only got me to the second story but with only one story between me and biters I swung myself over the railing. It was a ten foot drop from the bottom of the platform. I climbed down until I was hanging from the catwalk by my fingers and I dropped myself down to the ground.

The drop was about five feet and the impact jarred up my legs into my knees. I didn't give myself time to think about it. I ran towards the first person I saw. It was a middle aged man with a crowbar holding off a female biter.

I grabbed the biter by the back of it's shirt, swinging it around and away from the man. It's decomposition must have been pretty advanced because it felt like it weighed nothing in my hands. It skidded across the ground away from me and the others.

I looked around, my mind racing. I quickly counted eight living people. Two more were on the ground, biters surrounding their corpses, feasting. The auto yard was completely enclosed by ten foot high chain link. The only exit was the single door behind the herd that was surging through the narrow break in the fence.

I had just dropped myself right into the middle of it. Who knew how many biters Negan kept in the mote. I tried to remember but I had focused more on not noticing when we came through the gate. There had to be at least fifty.

We needed to get out of here.

If I could draw the biters away from the door it would give everyone a clear path. Four of the eight were hiding behind the various vehicles. Most of the vehicles had open hoods or were up on blocks in various states of repair.

I yelled loudly, trying to draw the attention of the herd. "Get to the door!" I bellowed to the people. "Get out of here and call for help!"

Why weren't more people here? How had no one else heard what I heard?

The herd was surging against the fence, but only one biter could get through at a time. There were nine in here moving and even more gathered around the bodies of the fallen. Somewhere in the dark part of my mind I acknowledged this was a good thing. Those bodies would keep part of the herd distracted. They would save our lives.