Allison (rewritten)

Breaking point

After having a black out fit at home, I found myself at the military base where my mother was hiding. I stood here for a while debating if I really wanted to go inside yet or wait to kill her.

I didn't have much longer as a button was being pressed. I jumped back into the tree and followed the sound.

I ended up jumping in front of Carol. She had a look of worry and confusion written all over her. "I was worried." She frowned.

"I'm fine." I answered. "Still nothing about Rick and everyone?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. If their not back soon they started."

"Where's Harley?"

"With Tara in the infirmary." She chuckled. "Zebs with them."

Spencer had a radio attached to his hip, voices came through. Ricks and others. "They started. They couldn't wait. Walkers were getting loose."

"How long ago?" I asked.

"It's been a few hours." Spencer nodded. "I'm sure they'll be ok."

A loud horn was growing louder and louder towards the community. "Spencer. Get in the tower. Go!"

I jumped over the gate to see if I could get a look at what was happening. An 18 wheeler was speeding and not slowing down. Spencer started shooting, then it hit the wall. I slowly approached the door until Spencer joined me with Deanna.

"What is it?" Deanna asked.

I nodded to Spencer to open the door. A walker was chained to the inside. A trap, a distraction. I stuck it in the head and jumped back over the gate leaving Spencer and Deanna.

Smoke was pouring all over the roads and screams were echoing through the air. I ran and ran until I seen people dragging people from their homes and slaughtering them in the streets.

"Hey!" I yelled drawing attention to three strangers. "Who are you?"

"Look what we got, a volunteer." One snickered.

"Actually I think that's the other way around. But before I kill you, I wanna know who are you and why you're here killing these people."

"You've never heard of the wolves?" A man tilted his head sideways. And for the first time I noticed the w carved onto his forehead. "We came to bring retribution to this shithole."

I laughed so hard I tilted my head back. "So you're psychos who think the zombie outbreak is right. Interesting. My mother had the same philosophy before creating me." I drew out my swords.

"Nice trick lady." The female scoffed.

"Who said it was a trick?" My smiled wickedly.

They started towards me with their axes and missed horribly. Morgan came spiraling out beating people with his stick. "Don't kill them!"

An ax struck and I blacked out. Too late Morgan.

*******

I came to when Carol helped me to my feet. "We are under attack. Get up."

"I-I know." I muttered looking at the bodies of the people I killed. "I killed them."

Carol stopped and looked. "I know. Come on. We need to move."

She led me inside the infirmary to relax until it was all over with. Tara was curled in the corner behind Zeb holding onto Harley. Denise the new doctor was sitting beside her trying to keep her calm.

"Allison." Tara jumped up handing Harley over to Denise. "What's going on?"

"People from outside. We are under attack. I took some at the cost of myself."