Bethyl: Remember Me

Chapter Four: Escape

"Are we ready to go?" Abraham asked as Rick and I met up with the others, in the middle of the street. Maggie and Sasha still looked terrible and were in no shape to go anywhere. Everyone kept glancing at them pitifully, thinking the same thing I was.
"Uh... Yeah," Rick answered awkwardly, even though he probably knew he was wrong. Nevertheless, we started walking to the main entrance, which was a tall wooden gate. It seemed so safe here, and it probably was. But after what happened with Tyreese, we didn't want to risk it.
Plus, if we had stayed, the memory would've haunted Sasha. She would've had to walk past his grave, past the house he was killed in, everyday. If I had to walk past the hospital everyday...
"Hey," Carol said as she caught up to me, matching my pace, "are you okay?"
I shrugged, not wanting to confide in Carol. The last time I opened up to someone, I fell in love with them. And look where that's gotten me.
"It's been hard on all of us..." Carol continued, trying to keep the conversation going.
"But I think we'll be okay."
No we won't, I thought to myself. A pang of guilt hit me as I realized I was being cruel. Carol was just trying to help, and I probably needed all the help I could get.
"Maybe," I finally said. It wasn't much, but it was enough for Carol's face to light up.
After a few minutes of walking, we finally reached the main entrance. We could hear the moaning and growling of walkers right outside the gate.
"Great..." Tara sighed, crossing her arms. Abraham shushed her, listening to the walkers. After a few moments, he shook his head.
"It doesn't sound like very many of 'em," he explained. As if in unison, Rick, Glenn, Noah, Michonne, Carol, Tara and Rosita pulled out their weapons. They all looked at me expectantly, and for a second I forgot I had my crossbow.
"Oh!" I exclaimed once I realized why they were looking at me. I awkwardly grabbed my crossbow, aiming it at the door...

Abraham opened the door, but instead of just a few walkers, it was a whole horde of them.
"Oh, shit!" I heard someone cry as the walkers swarmed us. I hit one with my crossbow, and it fell to the ground. I instinctively grabbed the knife in my pocket and stabbed another walker in the eye.
Suddenly, a walker grabbed my arm, snarling. I tried to pull free, but it's grasp was too strong. Just before it bit me, Carol stabbed it in the back of its head.
"C'mon!" She ordered, running towards the nearest house. I followed her, happy to get away from the horde. We reached the house and climbed onto the porch, killing the few walkers that had followed us. I scanned the horde, trying to find the others. But I couldn't see anyone, and the horde was getting closer.
"Everyone else ran!" Carol told me.
"We have to get inside!"
We quickly ran inside and shut the door, catching our breath. The walkers must've forgotten us, because they walked right past the house.
"Let's just... Go out the back and meet up with the others at the gate..." I said in between breaths. Carol nodded in agreement and we started looking for the back door.
After looking in every room, without any luck, we decided to go through the window. I went out first and Carol followed. She was about halfway out when a walker grabbed her from inside. I quickly stabbed it in the head and it fell to the ground.
"Thanks," she said as she climbed the rest of the way out. We made our way to the gate by cutting through the back yards of the houses. When we finally got to the front, I was relieved to see that everyone else was okay.
"Okay... Now we're ready to go."