Louise could feel the warm blood rushing through her veins towards her ever shaking pale hands. Her breathing was uncontrolled and her eyes burned from a second consecutive minute of not blinking. Crimson stains were scattered across the fabric of her clothing, leaving very little gaps of its original light grey material that swayed among the slight breeze. With every step backwards her black combat boots crushed small shards of glass, leading to the addition of one extra corpse adding to the ever growing crowd but an inch closer to possible freedom.
No bullets remained in the chamber of her borrowed gun. Any means of protecting herself left with Daryl and the new kid, so her only chance was at survival was the smashed school window at the far corner of the trashed wall. She couldn't risk turning around to check the distance, one unfocused second would cost her her life so blindly reversing - in what she hoped would be the right direction - would be her only chance.
"Okay" she whispered to herself, wrapping her ankle around a table leg and whipping it sharply towards the horde. She didn't wait to see where it landed. She didn't care - all that mattered was getting out of the building alive. Every ounce of energy was put into launching objects behind her before she threw herself out of the window and onto the fire escape.
Her back bounced against the cold metal, allowing the back of her head to connect with the rotted railing behind her, sending a shock wave of pain from her head to the bottom of her spine as she landed. For a short moment all she could see was darkness. Carefully, she brought her hand up towards the crown of her head, relieved not to feel warm blood as her vision slowly returned to its original state.
Snarls grew louder as the dead arrived at the window, reaching through the empty space and clawing at her already torn clothes. Lou let out a loud irritated wine as she kicked her legs "Fuck sake, give me a break already"
Her fingers grasped onto the steps next to her body and with every ounce of strength she had, she pulled herself to her feet and clambered up the steps. No mater how quick she ran, the dead seemed to always be right behind her and as she reached the end of the fire escape she knew her look had ran out. "Fuck. No"
She gripped the safety bar in front of her and peered over the edge hoping to see Daryl or the kid but there was nothing more than a three story drop. "Well, i'm fucking screwed " she breathed.
So sorry it's been so long since the last chapter guys!
Things have been hectic since the start of this pandemic and I haven't been able to fit much in!
Thanks for reading!
- Al
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When the dead roam - (Daryl Dixon)
FanfictionNot a single cell in her body was scared. Nobody should be scared of death anymore; it's inevitable. Each direction you took still ended with a dead body. Another loved one to bury and mourn. In the end, death is the only certain aspect of life.
