Chapter One:
A/N: I don't own "The Walking Dead," but I do own my character, Scarlette Walsh...Blah Blah Blah. Haha. I wrote this out of my own pleasure. I didn't see a lot of Randall/OC stories. Only one or two. I decided to write my own. I always felt that Randall was a good guy and need someone. The story starts of towards the end of "Triggerfinger" when Rick, Glenn, and Hershel comes back with Randall. So, enjoy :D
You would think that walkers are the most dangerous things to encounter in this world. They are walking everywhere and in groups. There is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. That is scary but it's not as scary as being killed by an actual human. Humans will always be dangerous in any scenario. You think you can trust someone, but they will kill you when you turn your back to them. In this world, it's still every man for themselves.
I followed Rick, my godfather and Glenn, my best friend into town to find Hershel. Hershel decided to ran away into town after the barn massacre. I went with them because I wanted to get out of the farm for a while. My father, Shane was opposed of it. But, I went with them anyways.
Yes, my father is Shane Walsh. He doesn't look old enough to have 20 year old daughter. He had me when he was 18 years old. He and my mom never married. They lived together up until five years ago. He moved out because they were constantly fighting. He lived with the Grimes for about six months until he was able to afford his own house. I was over the Grimes' place because they were a second family to me. I loved spending time with my god-brother, Carl. He was the closest thing I had to an actual sibling. But, after my dad moved out of their place, I barely show him. I was getting busy with school and getting into college. He was busy saving the town as a deputy sheriff.
As soon as we went into town, we found Hershel at the bar. I don't blame him drink because if I had experienced what he was going through, I would do the same thing. The walkers in there were his family, friends, and neighbors. He thought they were sick and could save them all. But, he was wrong. Even Sophia, Carol's daughter, was in there. She went missing and we looked everywhere for her. When she came out of the barn as a walker, Carol broke down. Her little girl was gone. That's how I felt when I discovered my mom as a walker.
We finally met up with Hershel at the bar. Once Rick convinced Hershel to come back with us, two men walked in. They were surprised to see us. They're names were Dave and Tony. Right away, I knew they were up to no good. The way they walked into the building as if they were about to kill their prey. They were talking to us as Tony was looking me up and down. Like, we wanted to snatch me away. I stood by Glenn as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Dave kept talking and talking. It sounded like he wanted to come back with us to the farm and take over. That was a red flag for Rick, signaling these guys were dangerous. He shot them.
Soon, part of their group came cover to look for Dave and Tony. We tried our best to conceal ourselves by hiding by the windows. They tried to get into the bar, but Glenn jumped and slammed the door with his back. They knew we were in there. One of them asked if their friends were there. Rick told them he had to kill them. They drew at us. Apparently, they weren't happy that Rick killed their friends. They started shooting at the bar.
We all ran towards the back of the barn. Rick had Hershel covered for Glenn as we stepped out of the bar. I stood by Rick because I knew Hershel couldn't cover for me. I realized my mistake of leaving my weapons at the farm.
There was one point when I thought Glenn died. One of them men shot at him and he fell behind the dumpster. He didn't moved for a while. Hershel shot at the guy on the chest and he fell to the ground. Thankfully Glenn responded to Hershel when he asked if he was okay. The bullet barely missed him.
Another guy was shooting at us from the roof top. He aim definitely wasn't the best because he missed badly. Because of the gun shoots, walkers were surrounding us. They headed towards the guy that was shooting. I watched in disgust as they were biting at his face. The skin being torn away with splatter of blood going everywhere. He was screaming for his life. It was hard to watch.
The guy on the roof jumped off as the other guy called him to come down. When he did, we heard yelling. Hershel and Glenn ran towards the truck but Rick and I ran over to the guy. I wanted to see what had happened to him. His left calf was impaled on the fence pike. The look on his face was heartbreaking. He was in so much pain. He was abandon by his group members. Or should I say group member. Two were shot by Rick at the bar, another one was shot at by Hershel and his face was eaten by walkers, and the last member jetted off in his SUV. The guy was actually pretty young. Around my age, I guess. We couldn't leave him there. It wouldn't be right.
"We have to help him!" I yelled. Rick nodded at me.
Rick was examining him as he was yelling in pain. He was laying on what it looks like a dumpster. I decided to ran to the other of the fence, so I can help Rick. By the time I was by his side, Glenn and Hershel was next to Rick.
"Rick! We have to go now." Hershel said. He then turn his attention to the guy, "I'm sorry, son. But we have to go." He put a hand on his right leg, giving him sympathy I could hear Glenn shushing at the boy. The walkers might hear his cries.
"No! No! No!" He cried out. He was struggling to break free. "Don't leave me! Please! Please!"
My heart was breaking more and more as he kept on struggling. I grabbed on to his right hand with both hands. He looked at me. By the looks of his eyes, he didn't want to die. I don't even know this guy and I wanted him to live. And maybe, if possible, join our group. For some reason, I felt that he wasn't a bad guy, even though he shot was us from the roof top. I guess he fell into the wrong type of group. I understand that no one wants to be all alone in this world. We each lost someone of our own. We would do anything to be with anyone.
"We have to go!" Hershel said to Rick one more time.
"We can't!" Rick said
Glenn pointed at the guy, "He was just shooting at us." Glenn may be my best friend, but at this moment, I wanted to slap him. The guy has his leg pierced through a fence!"
Rick turned his attention to Glenn, "He's a kid!"
"Please! Please, help me!"
Glenn still insisted on leaving him, "This place is filled with walkers!"
"We can't leave him!"
I was still in shock on what's going on. All I could do was put my hand on to his. His grip was very tight around my mine. "Shh, we won't leave you." I said quietly.
Hershel examined the injury, "The fence went clean through this. There is no way we can get the leg off in one piece."
He was crying louder and struggled even more. I tried to hold him down but it was no use. He was in too much pain. The pain was taking over his body.
Rick raised his gun at him. "Shut up! Or I will shoot you!"
"Rick! Don't!" I yelled.
"That may be the answer," Hershel said as he pulled Rick to the side. "We may not able to pull the leg off without pulling the muscle into shreds. He can't run and he may bled out."
He continued struggling and screaming. Glenn tried to pull off his leg, but it made him scream even louder. "I'm s-s-sorry. Shut up." I glared at Glenn and gave him a look that said, Way to go, Glenn. Glenn shrugged his shoulders in return.
"Maybe we should put him out." Rick looked at Hershel in disbelief. "I don't want to see anymore kills, but this is cruel."
Glenn turned his attention to them, "Can't we just take the leg off?" All three of them turned his attention to the guy.
"What?" I screamed softly. I didn't want to scary the him. I guess he heard what Glenn said because he sat up and looked even more scared. "He won't be able to run or walk!" They ignored me.
"That hatchet still in the car?" Rick asked.
"No." Glenn answered.
"Don't! Don't cut my leg off! Please! Please!" He waved his hand in protest.
Rick pulled out his pocket knife. "Will this cut through the bone?"
Hershel started to explain what he'll have to do and what we'll need to do after we cut his leg off. He then takes off his button down. He was going to use it to wrap it around his thigh.
"Alright, no choice. Just hurry up!"Rick said. He ran to where I was. I moved out of the way. Rick then slams him down with his right arm over his chest, preventing him from moving.
"Hand me that stick." Hershel point it out to Glenn. Once Glenn handed him the stick, he put it on top on his thigh and wrapped it with the shirt.
"Guys!" Glenn yelled. "Walkers! Hurry up!" He started to shoot at them.
The guy kept screaming. He didn't want his leg cut off. Imagine trying to survive in this world being disabled. He definitely would be walker bait.
"Shut up!" Rick said harshly as he slams him down harder. He looked around and sees walkers, "Oh my god! They're everywhere!"He proceeds to walk towards them and shoot at them. I took this opportunity to distract the guy.
"Shh! It'll be okay. You're in good hands. Hershel is a doctor." I told him as a rubbed his right shoulder. I could feel him relaxing just a little bit. "Well, he's a vet, but a damn good one. He saved me god-brother's life. He accidentally got shot at by a hunter. Hershel removed all six pieces of the bullets. He's better know. You'll be fine."
"I don't want my legs to be cut off," he grunted.
"Shh, I know" I tried comforting him. I started rubbing his head with my other hand, "Okay, I'm gonna try to distract you for a bit. My name is Scarlette. What's yours?"
" R-R-Randall" He replied as he finally looked at me. I gave him a small smile. He attempted to smile back, but it didn't work.
"Nice to meet you. I wish we'd met a better time than this." I tried to lighten up the mood. "How older are you?"
"22," he grunted "You?"
"20."
"How are we doing other there?" Rick asked as he kept shooting.
"I need more hands!" Hershel started to drive the knife in his leg. "No please! Don't cut my leg off!"
More walkers were coming towards us. Everyone started yelling at each other. It was getting too intense.
"Come on! We got to go!"
"I'm almost out of ammo!"
"Come on, Hershel! We got to go!"
"Hershel! Do it now! Come on Hershel!"
"There is no time!"
"Hershel! Come on!"
"Please don't leave me! Please!"
"We can't leave him!"
Hershel and Glenn started to walk off, leaving him alone. I didn't want to leave. Both Rick and I didn't want to leave. Rick walked over to the front of the fence, where Randall's leg was. He looked at me and I knew I had to distract him. Just before Rick was about to lift his leg off, I grabbed onto Randall's face with both of my hands and kissed him. That was the only way I knew that would distracted him. Once I let go, I saw the look on his face. He was stunned and confused. I said to him, "I'm sorry, this is going to hurt." I nodded at Rick and he ripped off his leg. Randall screamed very loudly. Blood was everywhere. My first reaction was to cry even more. Seriously, I don't even know this kid and I'm crying like I do.
Glenn and Hershel ran back and helped Rick carry Randall back to Hershel's truck. I ran in front of them to open the left side of the backseat of the truck. I climbed inside first as they positioned him in. Randall passed out from being in so much pain. Hershel wrapped up his calf. After he was done, he and Glenn ran to other side of the truck and got in. Hershel sat in the front sit and Glenn sat next to me. Rick climbed into the driver's seat and drove back to the farm. The sun was about to come up.
A few minutes later, Glenn handed me a piece of fabric "It's a blindfold. Put it on him."
I gave him a confused look. "Why?"
"So he doesn't know where he's going." Rick answered as he looked back at me though the rear view mirror.. "We don't know if we can trust him just yet."
I nodded at him and turned to Randall. He was still passed out. He was a mess. His face was all sweaty and dirty. Same goes with the rest of his body. The cloth wrapped around his calf was now soaked with blood. The sight of blood used to make me feel uneasy, but living in this world all I would see is blood. I studied his face on last time before I put the blindfold over him.
Please God, let him live.