𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ✔️- 𝑐. 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠

25: Killer Within

Elle's P.O.V.

Rick and TDog had taken Axel and Oscar to their cell block. I heard something about Axel begging for them not kill him and Oscar saying he wasn't gonna beg. Point being, we could trust them. I walked into the dining area and earned a horrified look from Glenn. I instantly remembered the feeling of Big Tiny's blood hitting my face. I used my sleeve to wipe it off as best as I possibly could for now.

↠The Next Day ↞

We had found crutches for Hershel. Apparently, Hershel stopped breathing yesterday and Lori had to perform CPR. Well today, he was ready to start walking. I watched as Beth, Maggie, and Lori all helped Hershel off of the bed, and stood him up.

"You good, Hershel?" Lori asked, making sure he wouldn't fall down. He nodded. He used the crutches and took a few steps. Lori offered for him to rest some more, but he wasn't very fond of the idea.

"Let's go for a little stroll." He smiled. We all smiled. I opened the door to the court yard and everyone else was already outside. Beth and Maggie helped their father down the few steps before he could be in his own once again.

"You ready to race, Hershel?" Carl joked.

"Give me another day and I'll take you on." Hershel chuckled.

"I believe that." I smiled.

"Alright Hershel!" Glenn cheered from across the field. Daryl was quick to shush him, as walkers were being attracted by his cheers. We all stood, letting the sun hit our faces. Today was going great so far. As if on cue, Carl yelled something that ruined it all.

"Walkers!" We turned around and saw walkers coming for us. How did the gate get opened back up? People started shooting the walkers. I could hear Rick and Glenn yelling in the distance. Beth got Hershel to safety, TDog got Carol to safety, Maggie got Lori and Carl to safety. Look at that, I have to get myself safety. I quickly stabbed a walker that was in the way of a door, then quickly went inside.
I turned on my flashlight and quietly went down the dark halls of the tombs. I walked with stealth and silence. I heard a small click, then my flashlight turned off. The damn thing died. Then, the most ear piercing noise you could imagine started going off. Alarms? What was that? I heard walker growls, shit. I pulled my knife out and peeked around the corner seeing a few. I turned back and took a deep breath, I was ready. Then, the walkers went silent. What? I turned the corner to see Andrew. How the hell-? He noticed me and my first instinct was to run. So I did just that.

Him being a grown man, he was able to catch up with me. I reached for my gun, realizing I left it in my cell. God dammit. Why would I leave my gun? "You! You're the reason my friends are dead!" He growled.

"Actually, that was Rick." I said grabbing my knife. He was quick to shove me against a wall, lifting me up the ground. He slammed my left arm on the wall until I was forced to release the knife. It clattered to the ground.

"Why should you get to live?" He growled. I kicked him in the stomach, causing him to drop me. I fell to the ground and immediately started looking for my knife. It was so dark, I could barely see my feet in front of me. Andrew charged at me once more, but I dodged him, trying to buy time so I could find my knife. My hand hit something, my knife! I grabbed it and without thinking, threw it in the direction I saw him. It grazed his stomach. I was aiming for his heart. The knife clattered to the ground again. He pulled out a gun and fired, but he missed as I ducked. I knocked the gun out of his hand and watches as it glided across the ground.

After what felt like forever, I thought I heard other voices. I couldn't focus on that though. I was laying on the ground, trying to find my knife. I finally got a grip on it, but Andrew grabbed it right out of my hands and turned me on my back. He raised the knife high above his head head before bringing it down.

Rick's P.O.V.

Daryl, Glenn and I had turned off whatever noise that was with the help of Oscar. The four of us were in the tombs, trying to find the rest of the group.
"AAHH!" A scream echoed. It was a female. It wasn't a scream of fear, more a scream of agony.

"Where did it come from?" Oscar asked. The noise had echoed and bounced off the walls, so we couldn't tell.

"RICK! GLENN! ANYONE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" The voice yelled. At that moment, we knew who it belonged to. We ran towards the noise and saw Andrew on top of Elle. He was holding a knife and she was trying her best to hold it back from her chest.

"Let her go." I warned, aiming my gun at him "Put the knife down." I said. He dropped the knife on the ground. We were all a little relieved, but he was quick to pick Elle up onto her feet and hold a gun to her head.

"Let the girl go." Daryl said. Andrew looked at Oscar as if he was going to side with him. Oscar was with us now, so was Axel. Elle tried getting out of his grip, but she was just a girl, in hold of a grown man. Glenn was getting anxious. We all were.

"You killed them. IT WAS YOU!" Andrew yelled.

"Man, just let the girl go." Oscar tried, calmly.

"She tried to kill me, and they killed Tomas, and Tiny!" He argued. Glenn moved the flashlight from Andrew's face, to Elle's. She had blood running down the side of her face. She squinted at the sudden light. "Don't come any closer or I swear I will kill her!"

"There will be no need for that." I claimed. I slowly put my gun on the ground, keeping my other hand visible. Oscar did the same, then Glenn, then Daryl. "We have no weapons, now let her go." I said again. Glenn was shaking slightly, but noticeably.

Andrew chuckled. "Oh, she means something to you guys, huh? Tell me. What does she mean to you?" He asked. We all stayed silent. He pressed the gun harder to her head and she winced at the pain. "Tell me."

"She saved my life." I answered.

"She reminds me of my sisters." Glenn said.

"One of my bestfriends." Daryl growled. Andrew nodded.

"Tomas was my bestfriend. Saved my life when other prisoners wanted to jump me." He said, shoving the gun deeper into her temple. A tear escaped her eye and she sighed. She was accepting her death. She wasn't worried, or scared, or angry, or sad. She was accepting it. Andrew's finger wrapped around the trigger, then he pulled it...

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Dont play with knives, they're pretty sharp.

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