The Dead Is Walking (A The Walking Dead Fanfiction)

chapter 4

"What's going on?" I woke up to someone shaking me.

"The fence... its falling. We need your help."

It was Carl

"Hang on let me get dressed I'll be right out!" I said in a panic.

I quickly threw on my plaid shirt and a pair of my black tight salong with my combat boots. then I quickly brushed through my hair and put it in a side pony.

I ran outside and it was terrible. Rick, Daryl, Carl, Glenn, and Maggie were trying to hold up the fence to what looked like was falling down from hundreds of a walkers.

"Oh my god!" I yelled as I ran to the fence.

I ran next to Carl and pushed up as much as I could.. it felt like it was falling down even more.

Soon the fence was down and walkers came crawling in

"EVERYONE RUN!" Rick yelled

I was running the opposite direction as fast as I could. Then, of course, I tripped on my own feet and fell. I screamed as I hit the ground because it felt like I broke my foot. a walker came close to me so I took out my knife and stabbed it in the neck with tears flooding down my face. As soon as I could realize what's going on, I was off the ground. Carl came back for me and picked me up bridal style... he could have left me. he ran pretty damn fast for a 15 year old guy with a 15 year old girl in his hands.

"Dad what do I do she can't run!" Carl yelled.

"Set her down on the box of guns when we get them out! she can still help us shoot all of them." Rick told Carl.

We were decently ahead of all the walkers, and Rick got the guns out incredibly fast. He gave the guns to all of us, as Carl set me gently down on the box and stood right next to me. I got my gun and shot immediately. I've only ever shot a gun once... so I was a little rusty, but Carl bent over and told me, "There's no rush. Just breath, make sure its unlocked, then aim and pull the trigger... you have this."

I gave a slight smile and said, "Okay." as I did what he said.

Headshot.

"Just like that." Carl said to me with a smile.

There looked like there were about 100 walkers left and they were real close.

"Carl grab her we gotta move back!" Daryl yelled

Just like that I was off the gun box and into Carls arms.

"Where are we going!?!" I yelled in panic realizing that we were running away from everyone

"I gotta get u some help for that foot. You're seeing Hershel. They will all be fine.. theres not many walkers left."

As we gotta into the prison it was terrible. Sasha was almost dead, coughing up blood and Hershel was on a net with a walker that was wearing the thing that could save Sasha's life.

a breathing mask.

Carl set me down and I began to cry massively just because my foot started hurting like hell.

"Just breath Jenn its gonna be okay I just gotta deal with this first."

Carl took out his gun and aimed it at the walkers head.

"No boy! you could hit the mask!" Hershel exclaimed.

Carl ignored Hershel and shot anyway. A perfect headshot.

Hershel got the mask and ran to Sasha. Carl picked me up and followed.

As Hershel attached the mask he kept saying "stay with us trooper." the mask was on and she was breathing normally again. Carl and I aren't supposed to be in here cause we might get sick like Sasha, but yet again, Hershel shouldnt be in here either.

"You need to leave." Hershal said

"as long as you leave to and help Jenn" Carl exclaimed

"What happened?" hershal said as he checked out my foot

"Walkers broke the fence outside. We ran as walkers came hobbling in, but Jenn tripped and did something to her foot. The walkers are all dealt with, but I'm worried about Jenn." Carl said

My whimpers were becoming more quiet as hershal looked at my foot. It still hurt like hell, but I'm not gonna show my pain and look like a wimp again.

"Her foots badly bruised and sprained. We will have to bandage it up, but she won't be able to walk for a few weeks... these are the only crutches I got but I saw a wheelchair in the prison a while back. You can just use that." Hershal told us.

Great now I'm crippled. When will I get a break.

*1 hour later*

Hershal just got done bandaging my foot and rick brought the wheelchair in. Everything outside is over with, they just have to burn the bodies. they fixed the fence already and made sure it was secured. I got onto the wheelchair and got comfortable because this will be my life for a few weeks. fun.

No one knew what time it was obviously but it was still daytime so I decided to go downstairs and eat now that I can't hunt.

"shit how am I gonna get down there...?" I whispered to myself. there's no ramp just stairs.. god dammit.

"Need some help." Beth asked from behind

I haven't talked to her once yet but she's always carrying a baby around... I assume its hers which is the reason I never talked to her. teen moms make me sick. especially in an Apocalypse.

"Um sure thanks." I told her.

I got up from the wheelchair and started hobbling downstairs while holding onto the railing.

Beth carried my wheelchair down for me and when I got down to the final floor I sat back down on that stupid thing and said thank you to beth.

"Anytime." she said with a smile.

"Where's your kid?" I asked in suspicion.

"Oh... she's not mine." Beth said looking down.

"oh.. whos is she then?" I asked

"Carls mothers."

"I'm not sure who that is.. Carl never introduced me."

"She's ..she's not with us anymore. she died giving birth.." Beth said almost tearing up.

"Oh .. I'm so sorry.. I feel terrible."

"Don't.. shes the lucky one escaping a world like this."

I processed what she just said and just gave a "yeah." to her as she left. why didn't Carl tell me about his mother... well I get it he hasn't known me that long and its a personal issue but I didn't even know he had a sister...

"hey wheely" Daryl yelled down to me.

"Hello redneck." I answered back.

"you know your tough as nails. In a situation like that I dont know what I'd do... especially at your age. you're a tough kid." Daryl told me.

Aside from the fact that he just called me a kid, I smiled to what he said. he was genuinely being kind.

"Thanks Daryl." I told him

"I'm goin out huntin. I'll bring ya back something cause there's no way you're comin with in your condition."

I thought for a second then answered.

"You know what I'm coming along. you said so yourself I'm tough as nails I can deal with a little hunting trip."

"I don't know red this is dangerous."

"Dangerous is my middle name. Now let's go!"

"Fine. but stay behind me the whole time."

he told me.

"Got it." I said and I grabbed my bow and arrow and wheeled my way out of the prison.