The Sheriff and The Archer

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Not Anymore

I jumped and looked to my left. To my joy Tyreese was not bleeding from his head, he wasn't bleeding at all. The bullet had hit the ground. Two cheers for my horrendous aim! Bows were always my thing anyways.

I looked at Gareth to see the gun in his hand now pointing at me. What the hell? He was hiding a damn gun? "Is Tom with you too?"

I thought about denying it all, but there was no use. "No," I said clearly and loudly. "I didn't think he'd want to save a bunch of people he didn't know." I dropped the gun and put my hands up.

"Let them go Gareth. You don't need to kill people for food, you could find a couple farm animals and raise them. Nobody else needs to get hurt -" right on cue, three or four gunshots sounded from outside and a bloody hand pressed itself on the window and slid down it slowly.

Shit.

Gareth was looking at the probably-dead person, so I took those split seconds to grab the gun and point it at him. When he redirected his gaze to me he smirked.

"You can't shoot me. You won't. You won't because -"

Then I shot him. I really did. It hit him in his right upper chest. I didn't hit anything important. He backed up a few steps and dropped his gun in the pain. He cried out, but didn't fall. Never falling. I squeezed the trigger again, this time aimed at his head (not that I could actually aim well enough to hit him there), yet nothing happened. Hell. Out of bullets. Are you kidding me, Gareth?

He leaned down to pick up his fallen revolver, but I was thinking too instinctively and did the first thing that came to mind. Charge him. I balled up my fists and ran straight at him. He fell like a coin standing on its edge. I tore off my backpack and threw it to my left.

Gareth wasn't done yet, I guess, because he grabbed my ankle and dragged me down with him. The knife in my left thigh went in deeper and caused me pain that I never dreamed I would feel. I screamed in a way that made everything go still. Gareth stopped and locked eyes with me for a millisecond, like he wanted to know if I was okay. He smirked when he realized that my hand-to-hand fighting wouldn't be as good.

Just then Tom barged in with blood all over him and Judith. Jesus, Tom! Gareth didn't even seem fazed. He punched me in my gut and squeezed my right arm exactly where I'd been stabbed with Jasmine's knife. In return I shoved my left thumb in his bullet hole - his pupils dilated and I knew right then that I was in deep freaking trouble.

He rolled us over so he was hovering over me and punched me in the face as many times as he could. My vision started to get a little dark in spots and my brain was banging against my skull. He needed to stop or I would die soon. He wouldn't stop though. Gareth wasn't going to stop, and that scared me.

"Jade!" I heard someone scream. Carl? Tara? Daryl?

"We're gonna kill you just like we killed your annoying little bitch of a sister," he snarled loud enough for everyone to hear. Who is this guy?

"Gareth!" Mary shouted, astonished at what he just threatened me with.

I blacked out for a second. It was like I wasn't conscious, yet I was still doing things. I couldn't process anything in my brain. A minute or two must have gone by before my brain caught up with me and showed me everything that had happened: I spit the blood that had accumulated in my mouth on his face. I focused on the red in the blood, then I was seeing all red. Gareth's face went blank, and he looked like he was terrified and paralyzed.