Here For You

Trust (12)

1992
Your POV
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"Get them."

Tensing up, I swing my dagger at the first person to get near me. They dodge and punch me. I staggered backwards before running at them, stabbing their side.

He yells in agony before shoving me to the side, my blade still in my hand, which causes it to rip out of his body. His screams get louder as he crouches to the ground, putting pressure on it as he bleeds profusely.

I stand, legs shaking a little from the shock of the fall, then deflect an attack by some other guy. Getting back into the zone, I fight off as many of them as I can. The most I try to do is wound them, but I do end up killing a few.

My group has murdered some as well. I don't think any of us are proud of it, but one thing's for sure: it'll keep us safer.

More and more people run into the fight, and all I can see is Henry's evil grin as he watches the scene before him. It makes me sick.

I begin looking around for ways out of this situation without trying to be too obvious as to what I'm doing. I kick a girl away from me before twisting and elbowing the guy behind me.

That's when I see the escape route.

"Guys!" I yell to my friends, my voice nearly drowned out by our enemies letting out battle cries or screams of pain, and my group all glance in my direction. I motion with my head behind me and they immediately understand.

Once everyone finds a point where they can run, they do so and I cover them. Bill is the last one left, and he fights by my side until we can both get out.

That's when Henry takes notice of our departure and gets angry, shouting, "Go after them, you idiots!"

We catch up to our group and then all sprint together, dodging bullets that just barely skim past us as we dart between alleyways.

Why the other side didn't use their guns before, I don't know. I assume that they wanted to have fun with us after all, just like Bowers had said to us not too long ago.

Along the way, Stanley spots something and has us all follow him. The world starts getting darker as the sun goes down, leaving us under the dimly lit sky.

Growls can be heard from all directions, but they aren't human. I grunt as I take a swing at one of the undead creatures in my way, knocking it off to the side with a bleeding shoulder.

Stanley leads us to a trailer park close to the city, which nobody here knew even existed until just now. Some parts of the grass is tall, and we risk sprinting through them to get out of the sight of the gunmen.

Paced steps trail behind us, but then go in different directions as they search for us.

Bill grabs my left hand, which is still a little bruised from our previous encounter with Bowers, and pulls me through the brush to the other side with everyone else.

Walkers stagger into the fields with us, and start dropping like flies as the gunmen focus more on them than on us.

But just like Henry's group, a seemingly infinite amount of walkers keep coming.

Our group ends up getting split apart and we all run into separate trailers, but group together in one if we can.

For me, I almost had to go solo, if it weren't for Bill still gripping my hand.

We barge into a slightly rusty trailer and slam the door behind us. I hold the door closed as Bill pushes a short, horizontal dresser over. I step out of the way and he pushes it in my place just as loud bangs ensue on the door.

Bill gasps and I jump a little from the noise, each of us taking a step backwards.

That doesn't last long as more of those creatures begin pounding on the windows. Their faces are clearly visible through the glass.

I curse under my breath and we start searching this place for exits in the roof. There ended up being one in the bedroom.

Before he can climb up to open it, I swiftly take his wrist in my free hand. He looks at me and I shake my head.

"Gunmen are still out there," I mutter lowly, trying to keep my voice down as if it made any difference.

Bill swallows nervously before nodding, releasing the latch. It takes me a moment to let him go, however.

I put my dagger away and start barricading the windows in this room. Glass breaks in the main part of the trailer, and walkers are pulling themselves in.

I let out a small yelp and rush to slam the door shut, similar to how Bill did with the front door. Once more, he proceeded to push a bedside cabinet over to me.

I move and he puts it into place, and I go to move the other one beside it. With that done, I continue helping with the windows.

Screams echo outside, but I can't tell who any of them are. I'll have to assume that they're the enemies, because one would think you'd know what your groups voices sound like when they yell in terror. Though these aren't just filled with fear, but also pain.

Walkers pound on the door leading to the bedroom we're stuck in, and my breathing quickens. I stare at the floor as I repeatedly pick my brain on what we can do to get out of this.

My eyes are drawn to the latch in the roof, and it's the only thing we've got. It's worth a try.

I start moving before my mind can catch up with me, and I start hurriedly unhooking the latch and pushing the door open. Bill turns and faces me, then comes to my side.

"W-W-What are y-you d-doing? D-D-Didn't you s-say that this i-is d-dangerous?"

I nod as I meet his eyes, attempting to reassure him. "I did, but this is our only way out. You've just gotta trust me, Bill."

We have a mini stare off when I repeat:

"Trust me."

I hold my hand out for him to take, awaiting his response.

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-CastrarWolf