You don't control me, Dixon

➋ 48- Final count

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I nod and creep to the edge of the dumpster with my gun raised, I look back to the three and nod my head, silently telling them to go.

Rick and Glenn starts to run forward but gunshots at their feet made them retreat quickly. I stand and shoot at the man, my second and third hitting him in the head and chest respectively.

Six

Just as I was about to shoot the next they crouch and yelled " Let's get out of here! Roamers all over the place! Hurry up!"

"We gotta get out of here! What about Sean?"

"They shot him. We gotta go. Roamers are everywhere."

I watch as a figure jump from a roof I cringe as I audibly heard him fall. I sigh and look back at the guys as I whisper "Dude didn't make it."

I turn away as the wheels of the group's car, leaving the screaming boy alone.

I look behind the boys and curse, "Incoming. Walkers"

I raise my gun numbly and shoot them. I turn and tuck my gun away, pulling my two largest curved blades, the dull back pressed into the soft underside of my wrist.

I lash out snapping my fist across the wrists allowing them to fall limp. I skid to the right, narrowly avoiding another grabbing at me. I slash the back of the spinal cord and the body goes limp.

I lean back on my left and kick my foot out, pushing the Walker back before pushing the knife into the chin. Dead.

I run for the car with the others right behind me. I pass the man that fell as he calls for me to help him. I click my teeth as Rick and the rest of them want to be fucking heroes.

"Lucy imma need your help."

I tuck my knives away and stomp forward to the old man. "This man tried to kill us, and you're trying to help him? What's wrong with you three?"

Rick stood in front of me and gently said: "I know you've had a hard day but I need you to calm down and think rationally, he's a kid like you."

I roll my eyes and wipe his friend's blood off of my palms, quickly looking down at the boy.

Older than me, maybe by a few years but he's not that young. He's an adult.

The metal fencing was poking out from just below his knee.

I bite my lip and stare. We either take forever and save his leg or cut the bastard off.

"Help me! Help help me! "

I look at Hershel and state "if we cut the leg off he might die from shock. It's not worth the risk. Let's go."

Hershey gives me a look as the boy sobs "Please help me."

I throw my hands into the air and yell "This place is crawling with walkers!"

Rick runs in front of me, facing me, and calmly says "We can't leave him."

I roll my eyes and point at him as the sound of shotguns slam out of the barrel of Glenn's gun "The fence went clean through. There's no way we can get the leg off in one piece. And if we tried we will be killed. Even with the two of us we aren't enough and I'm not even trained in surgery, I know basic stuff and he's a vet! I'm not even in college, much less med school! There's no way!"

As the boy lets out an ear-wrenching screech, Rick yells at him. I run a hand through my hair and look at the approaching walkers.

I curse and jog to the other side of the place yelling behind me "We need to get outta here! Tell me if you need help but till then,"