The crawler sunk it's rotten teeth into Nick's ankle. He helped in pain, and his gun went off, definitely drawing crawlers. The crawler flew backwards, and there was a flurry of blood and flesh. The crawler surged forward for more flesh, but I snapped out of my hypnosis, and buried my hatchet in its face.
"I'm a dead man, I'm a fuckin' dead man," he cried. "Nick, you have time, you have-" I stopped, twirling my hatchet in my hands. I turned to him, and he looked back at me in confusion. It dawned on him, and he immediately shook his head. "No, no motherfuckin' way," he said. "Nick, think of Luke! And Pete," I pleaded, knowing that time was running out.
He breathed heavily, and gentle tears ran down his face. "Just do it quickly, please," he said. I crouched low beside him, and raised the hatchet above his knee. I brought it down, and the flesh ripped apart immediately. Nick screamed in pain, writhing in agony. Beads of sweat ran down his skin, as I repeatedly hacked his leg. After a minute, it came apart.
Nick screamed in pain, as crawlers started to surge forward from the woods. I grabbed Nick by his armpits, and put his arm over my shoulder and we started to make out way back to the cabin.
-AT THE CABIN-
I got to the door of the cabin, and I started to pound on the door. There were voices inside, and Pete opened the door, as we fell onto the landing. "Holy shit! NICK," Pete shouted, and he dragged him into the sitting room. Everyone ran into the sitting room, shouting in shock at what they saw.
"Bringhim to my room," Carlos ordered "I'll take a look." Pete and I brought him upstairs, and laid him on the bed. Carlos entered the room with peroxide, stitches, and a belt. "This is all I could get," he said, and he ushered us out of the room.
We walked downstairs, and were met with everyone. "What the fuck happened," Luke asked, scared for his best friend. I put my hand to my face, as tears slipped out of my eyes. "We-We were looking at my camp," I explained tearily "and a crawler snuck up on him, and bit him." "Why the fuck didn't you stop it," Rebecca demanded.
"Calm down, Bec," Alvin soothed. "Right, right, I'm sorry," she said. "I cut his leg off, hoping it would stop the infection," I explained further "but now I just don't know."
"Maybe it will. You never know," Sarah said optimistically. "What happened at your camp anyway," Alvin asked. A fresh torrent of tears ran out of my eyes, and I stared at him. "Bill fucking killed Zoe and Isabelle," I said "he cut their godamn heads off."
Rebecca paled, and everyone else gawped. "What," Alvin asked "are you serious." "He took my boyfriend and this other woman. She made me go on the hunt after my brother died, where I then had the pleasure of meeting you all," I explained further.
"Holy shit," Pete said. "Yeah, I've witnessed worse things," I said. "What do you mean," Luke said, knitting his eyebrows together. "This guy, Reggie, I was hammering the fence, I heard shouting, and I saw Michael cut his arm off," I said. "Is he okay," Rebecca asked worriedly. "I don't know," I said sadly "that night we left."
"Who's Carver," Clementine asked. We turned to her, and Rebecca looked away haughtily. I knelt to her level, and put my hands on her shoulders. "Carver's a very dangerous man," I explained "he's ruthless, and he will kill us if he gets the chance. He's in the area, looking for us."
"We have to leave," Rebecca said immediately. "What," Luke said in shock, turning to her. "He's in the area. He could find this place easily," she said. "Maybe he won't," Luke said. "If you guys are leaving, you're taking me with you," I said. "What," Rebecca asked angrily. "You heard me. I'm coming with you guys, I don't give a shit," I said replied, with equal anger.
"Everyone-"
"Fine, you can stay. But do you know you're way around this place," Luke asked. I laughed, bewildering them. "I know this place backwards and forwards, inside and out. I could walk back to my camp with my eyes closed."
"Everyone-"
"We'll leave when Nick's better," Luke said. "That could take months," I said in exasperation. "Well you are the one who cut his godamn leg off," Rebecca challenged.
"Everyone-"
"I DID IT TO SAVE HIS FUCKING LIFE! HE WOULD'VE DIED EVEN IF I DIDN'T CUT HIS LEG OFF," I screamed. Rebecca faltered, and Alvin caught her, sending me an angry glare. I shuffled on the spot before sighing. "I'm sorry. It's just this whole Carver thing has me on edge-"
"Everyone," Carlos interjected, standing on the stairwell, previously unknown. Everyone turned it him expectantly, their hearts beating loudly.
"Nick is dead."