Room for Pain (Shane Walsh love story)

Chapter two: Close Call

Chapter 2: Close Call

~ LOLA'S POV ~

I fiddled around with the gun, cupping the bullets in one hand and weighing them up for no particular reason whilst I thought about what to do next. The gun was still in pieces on the table, with Andrea's pistol almost whole right beside it. I looked at Andrea's piece and then examined mine, trying to work out how the parts would fix together.

After around five minutes of trying, I gave up deciding it would be better if I were to just get Shane or Zelda to help me. I'd rather get Zelda because I felt more comfortable with her, but Shane knew a lot more than Zelda. Heck, Shane knew more about guns than Rick. But I wasn't sure what to think of the him. I wasn't sure whether I trusted him or not, and for that reason I decided it was best not to be alone with the guy.

I got up from my seat, leaving the pieces of my pistol on the table. I made my way over to the door of the caravan to see a horror I could have never awaited. The living dead were up and walking all over the place, nonchalantly growling and snarling as they walked. Their moans filled the air with death, an unpleasant atmosphere to be in. I stumbled backwards in horror, never before being unarmed around the dead-ones, especially this many of them. I had no weapons to defend myself seeing as Andrea's piece wasn't exactly whole and mine looked like a children's 100 piece puzzle.

I ran back to the table and grabbed all the pieces of my gun, quickly putting them in a napkin which I held in my hand. I looked over to the door as I clutched the napkin to my chest and saw a dirty pink coloured arm reaching for the door frame, chunks of skin missing from it. My eyes widened it horror and my jaw dropped as the hand extended beyond the door cabin. I knew I needed somewhere to hide or I would most certainly be killed. There was only one place where you could actually hide in the RV and that was the toilet. It was disguised as a part of the wall and had to be pushed inwards if you wanted to get into it. Unfortunately, the lock on the door was broken, but I figured that if I were to stay quiet I could go unnoticed by the dead-one

I jogged over to the bathroom and closed the door, sitting down on the linoleum floor and stretching my legs out to barricade the door, holding it firmly in place. I heard the dead-one crawl inside the RV, the casual moaning sounds coming from outside the toilet cubicle door. I decided that whilst I was here, I would try and piece the gun together as quickly as I could. I had to try and think fast about which piece would fit in where, something I was usually good at. Then and only then would I have a weapon.

The dead-one walked around the caravan for a while before I heard its footsteps shuffle away from the toilet door. Now was the time to assemble my gun as quickly as possible just in case it's still there when I get out. I fumbled with the pieces and placed the napkin on my lap. My heart raced as I tried to set the bullets aside, but the anxiety caused the bullets to slip through my fingers and fall to the floor with a loud thud.

The distant footsteps on the dead-one ceased before starting up again only moment later, the sound of it's decaying feet growing louder with each step until it's feint and whisper like breathes could be heard directly in front of the cubicle. It let out a throaty noise before lunging itself at the door. My legs gave in and bent back at that moment, my ankle going haywire and doing this thing which I believed ankles were not supposed to do. A sharp seating pain tore through my left ankle and before I knew it, all I had left to keep it away was my right leg which was pressed up against the door. A heart wrenching scream sprinted its way out of my mouth as the disturbing view of the dead-ones face made itself visible from the crack in the door where I wasn't able to keep it fully closed.

I breathed heavily as I searched for an alternate option to my gun, but I couldn't see anything. It was a bathroom for Christ's sake. I looked up to see the face of Dale staring in a horrified fashion down at me through the fly screen on the roof by the fan, his eyes wide with fear as he punctured the fly screen with a screwdriver and tore it open, throwing the screwdriver down to me. It landed on the floor beside men and I picked it up, gripping it tightly as I took deep breaths and eyed the dead-one that was currently trying to attack and kill me. I knew what I had to do, and that was to get up and slaughter the beast. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed myself off the ground, letting my feet come off the door. I then suddenly forgot all about the fact that it was dealing with an injured ankle, and so naturally I tumbled back down to the floor, allowing the dead-one time to finish me off.

I felt the heavy weight of its body tumbling down onto me, squishing me into the floor and causing me to drop my screwdriver, I could have sworn that I was done for. But that didn't mean I would stop fighting. I may appear to be a slender girl on the outside, but truth be told, my small body could pack a punch. I held the thing off of me and tried to push it off as it's hungry eyes feasted on my pale flesh. I then held the dead-one off of me single handed and grabbed the screwdriver from beside me, screaming as I heaved it through its eye,puncturing the brain and letting some of the yellow gooey mess trickle from its eyeball along with some red juices. The decaying mass went limp on me and I knew it was over. I had won the fight.

~ ZELDA'S POV ~

Shane's body was tense next to me as his arm still contained me beside him and underneath the truck. His body shifted slightly to get a small glimpse of what exactly was outside and how much herd we had left to endure.

"It's all but over." He whispered to me in anticipation, keeping his voice down as he did so.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I noticed that no more feet were passing us by.

"Do you think we can get out yet?" I asked him as quietly as I could.

"I wouldn't risk it." Muttered Shane, "not yet anyway."

I nodded, showing him I understood his command.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a blood curling scream occurred from not too far away. It was the scream of a young female and I racked my brain trying to decipher who it could possibly belong to. It was none of the adults that could possibly be making that sound and Lola

didn't sound anything like that. It sounded like that of a child's.

"Lori!" Sobbed a voice that was no doubt belonged to Carol, "there's two walkers after my baby!"

Sophia. The scream belonged to Sophia.

Shane rolled out from underneath the car and beckoned for me to stay.

"You think I'm letting you go out there just like that?" I hissed.

"Of course not." He grumbled, "why oh why would you listen to me?"

I nodded, satisfied with his sarcastic reply to my stubborn request.

He looked around before helping me out from underneath the water truck. I dusted myself off and examined by body for any cuts or grazes that could have been caused by rolling on the cement ground only to find zero injuries, a total I was rather impressed with.

I followed him to where everybody in the group seemed to be huddled around, Rick, Lola and Sophia nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Rick?" Asked Shane, staring at Lori with wild animalistic eyes.

"He went after Sophia." She replied bluntly, "you should be out the helping him."

"I just got here Lori, what do you expect me to do?! I don't know where he went! I don't know wh-"

"Where the fuck is Lola?" I yelped, frantically looking around for her on the spot, "where is my girl."

"She's in the RV." Replied Dale, "I think she'd appreciate your company right now."

"Why?" I asked, my forehead creasing in concern, "what happened?"

"She had a close call with a walker."

And with that I sprinted away to the RV, leaving the rest of the panic stricken group to be confused whether to stare off after me or our missing girl, Sophia.