So, my first fix outside The Walking Dead. Scary. I know by the title it kinda sounds like it's about a wedding but trust me it's not. If you don't understand the title you will later. Also I'm sorry for how painfully short this is and for not updating my other stories as fast as I'd like but please don't hate me, I try! Please rate and review, it helps a lot. Enjoy!
Robert had sent people to kill Tess. Joel would make him regret it, it was that simple. He was also going to make sure they got there supplies back. The partners both knew they were close to Robert by the sudden change in the amount of guards. As he made his way forward Joel sneezed out behind an unsuspecting patroller and grabbed his neck from behind before slowly silencing him. This method didn't waste ammo but was slow. Joel crouched as he felt a badly-aimed bullet graze his arm which would surely leave another scar to add to his colection. But right now he didn't even care.
But then, when he was almost sure all of the guards had been dealt with, he heard the nearby cracking of human bones, a pistol being fired, a yelp, a shotgun being fired, then the sound of a body hitting the ground.
Joel peered over the crate, confused as to why Tess would've used a gun on the guards. But then he saw she hadn't. It had been her taking the bullet with two men smirking proudly as she struggled for breath.
Suddenly he couldn't feel his own wounds or bloody clothes any more, he could only see red and Tess with the life dripping out of her as well as her blood. His ears rang with the sound of his own blood. His world froze for a second.
Joel stood, no longer caring about hiding and charged towards them.
The next thing he could he could remember was three dead, bloodied bodies at his feat. No. Two dead, bloodied bodies. One dying, bloodied body. The man dropped to his knees and in an instant pushed down on her wounds, as he had done so many years ago for his daughter. As she looked up at him in pain but was unable to string words together, just strangled moaned of pain. He felt a strong sense of déjà vu. No. This time he'd do it right. But right now the woman under is now-crimson hands was paper white. "Tess.." He called out to her as her eyes slowly started to drift shut "Tess!" He shouted this time. He couldn't think straight. She couldn't die. She just couldn't.
Her eyes didn't open again and Joel reached his hand to her neck to check for a pulse. The faint feeling was still there. She must've just passed out. he thought to himself hopefully as he quickly took his backpack off. Inside was his spare shirt which he was more than thankful for whatever had possessed him to pack a spare and thankful that he hadn't listened to the woman who was now needing it who had declared he was just wasting space.
In a second the man had ripped open the buttons and folded it before pulling it around Tess' thin waist where then shotgun shells had visibly pierced her skin. Then the blooming blood patch on her shoulder gave the tale tale hint as the where the bullet from the pistol was.
Tearing off the shirt sleeve Joel then tied that too as tight as he could against her body.
As quickly and gently as he could lifted Tess off of the ground. But then it dawned on him. With her shot up the quarantine zone would know that they'd been out. They'd just kill her there and then. He'd seen it before. "Eliminate the risks" as one man had put it before shooting a teen boy in the forehead.
His mind raced. They could try and make it to Tommy's but that was a days journey away, maybe more with his partner in this condition.
Wait, Tess' old hideout. It was a basement room under a long-since abandoned apartment block. About a mile or so away. He could manage that.