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TW// death, impalement
Maggie hears you scream and immediately runs in your direction to help.
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{No Pronouns}
"Holy sh-"
Your scream is cut off by the deafening sound of the bell tower crashing through Alexandria's wall. You run back far enough to avoid getting crushed, but the large cloud of debris envelops you in a catastrophic bubble of disgusting and putrid smells. The cloud is so thick that you can't see anything other than a dusty brown. Your ears ring, eyes sting, and body trembles from the initial shock of what just happened.
The next thing you feel is damp grass smacking you after you trip over something. You groan and place your hand on your face. You pull it away and see crimson red blood staining your hands. You gasp, which results in you coughing, once you see a woman's body beside you. Her lower half is completely out of sight, the wall having crushed her like nothing.
Your sense of hearing luckily returns to you. The first thing you hear is people screaming, terrified of what Alexandria being unprotected means. They could easily be raided, stealthily robbed in the dead of night, or...
You notice that the screams of the living have decreased and been replaced with the sinister groans of the undead. You squint your eyes, attempting to see through the musty veil that surrounds you. A sluggish figure stumbles towards you, which is enough to motivate you to get up and run in the opposite direction. Well, more like limp. You feel a slight tinge in your ankle whenever you step on it. You're wary of where you step, not wanting to get a face-full of blood again.
After what feels like half an hour, you finally make it out into the clear air. You take a deep breath, slightly cringing at the copper smell that fills your sinuses. You wipe your hands on your shirt, then rub your eyes to try and clean them. When you reopen them, you see a familiar head of brown hair killing walkers a few yards in front of you. You try to yell out her name, but your throat is coated in dust. You cough and cough, spitting out the nasty brown muck. A moan sounds from beside you, causing you to reach for your pistol. Your hand grasps your empty holster.
You panic, noticing the walker getting closer. Your ankle feels like it may be sprained and you don't have a gun to protect yourself. You try to shout for the protective brunette once more, but you end up in a coughing fit again. You wait until the walker is close enough to you for you to push it backwards. It works, since the walker is farther away now, but you end up stumbling back as well. You fall and feel a burning pain in your lower abdomen. An guttural scream successfully leaves your lips, catching the attention of Maggie and every walker in the vicinity.
You hear her cry out your name, but you're too focused on the fairly narrow pole that's sticking out of you. Adrenaline begins pumping through your veins, luckily ceasing the toe-curling pain from said pole. You turn to see Maggie running towards you with her pistol in hand. She aims it and shoots, drawing your attention to the walker that crumbles beside you.
She makes it to your side as her eyes widen with the realization of what happened. "Oh my god. Are you okay?" You turn your head again to look at Maggie. "Oh, I'm just dandy." She huffs and shakes her head before quickly checking the surrounding area. "Alright. We're gonna get you up, okay?" "We?"
Maggie waves her hand in the air, and a couple seconds later someone else kneels beside you. You zone out of their conversation, but you slightly recognize the guy. He's known as 'Mr. Tall Guy' because he's almost seven feet tall. His name's...Chuck? Or was it Duck? You don't remember. "Hey, Chuck or Duck", you state, patting his shoulder. He looks at you with slight amusement in his eyes. "My name's Buck."
Maggie rolls her eyes and grabs Buck's attention again. "Okay, on three. One...two...three!"
Any adrenaline you had pumping through you must've decided to disappear as soon as they begin lifting you off of the pole. Your scream rips through your throat, literally feeling like knives. You can hear Maggie profusely apologizing. Or was it Buck? You can't tell. The ringing in your ears has returned, resulting in any other noise being distorted. You stop screaming once your free of the offending pole, but the pain still radiates through your body.
As soon as Maggie allows Buck to carry you bridal style, you welcome the cold feeling of unconsciousness to wash through you.
