Apocalypse Now

Chapter 12: Escape

I struggled writing the last half of the chapter but think it's coming together nicely, trying to put some of my own spin into this. Got some good stuff coming up in the next few chapters. Any predictions?

After listening to music for about an hour I looked over to the camp-fire, most of the group were there, except Rick, Shane and Daryl. I guessed they were taking care of the Randall problem. I turned the ipod off, shoving it back into my bag and grabbing some crackers out of my bag.

Another gourmet dinner.

It was starting to get quite dark now and cooling down, so I quickly put my hoody on. I could see Rick and Shane making their way back to camp.

Then I heard the most terrifying, blood-curdling scream from out in the field.

I could feel it drain the colour out of me.

I quickly grabbed my machete and sprinted out to the field. Most of the group were also making their way out there, I was just behind Glenn. For the second time in the space of a few minutes I felt the colour drain from my face.

It was Dale.

He was lying on the grass, his torso torn open. He was in agony, looking round to everyone. Andrea was knelt beside him sobbing. I was in shock, then I felt the tears running down my cheek. No one deserves this death, especially not him.

“Can we move him?” Rick asked afraid.

“He wont make the trip” Hershel said quietly. Andrea sobbed louder.

“You have to do the operation her. Glenn, get back to the house” Rick said frantically.

“Rick” Hershel pleaded.

“No!” Rick yelled frustrated, then knelt beside him.

“He's suffering” Andrea said between sobs. “Do something!”

Everyone was sort of frozen and not wanting to step up.

“Come on” Shane whispered.

Rick got his pistol out and held it out, looking at Dale, he hesitated and stood up, unsure what to do. Dale looked frightened and in pain.

“Oh god” Andrea said clutching Dale's hand and turning her head away.

Rick still stood there hesitating, Daryl stepped beside him, taking the gun and a knee.

“Sorry brother” he said hoarsely.

Bang!

The shot echoed in my head. More people started crying. I was just feeling numb. Andrea still held onto his hand, sobbing loudly. I said a prayer in my head for Dale and silently apologized. A few more tears escaped.

I started walking back to the tent. It was too much standing there, looking at Dale's lifeless body.

I came to realise something on my way back, I couldn't leave, I couldn't go back to being alone. Being alone gets you killed, unfortunately Dale's death just proved that to me. I grabbed my bags and put them back in the tent. I sat back outside the entrance of the tent.

I heard the heavy footsteps approaching and I looked up to see Daryl. He looked angry.