Thank you everyone who has stuck with the story so far, and I am so sorry for the long break, but I am hoping to post on a weekly basis from now on. I made sure to make this one a little bit longer.
After we are done checking the premises for walkers we head inside.
The house is nice on the inside too; it is wide open and spacious. I spot the kitchen almost instantly and make a beeline for the cupboard.
"Fuck it!It is empty! I shout. I am so hungry right now; I could go all walker style and eat someone.
"Language" Carol murmurs.
I sigh and look around.
You can tell no one has been here for a while, there is a lot of missing stuff.
Lori walks in with a bag of stuff and places it on the dining table. I get a peek at the top and my mouth waters instantly.
Vegetables!
"Lori! Where did those come from?"
She smiles. "I picked 'em from somebody's back yard the day we found you, we went to the supermarket to add to it but well, you know the rest. Looks like we are having stew for dinner."
Lori and Maggie use the fireplace to cook up a stew. In it are vegetables and some form of meat.
My stomach grumbles impatiently while we wait, so to take my mind off things I play snakes and ladders with carl.
"Yes!" I say standing up triumphantly, grinning like an idiot.
"No fair, you cheated!" Bellows Carl.
"Sorry kid but I won fair and square." Only a small lie.
I see Daryl roll his eyes at me from behind carl and I stick my tongue out t him.
"I want a rematch." Demands Carl, clearly unhappy.
"Sorry sweetie," Lori says walking in. "But it is lunch time."
With the mention of food, Carl and I soon forget our bickering and race each other to the table.
Maggie places a hot bowl in front of me and I dig in as if I have not seen food for weeks.
I get a bowl of seconds and by the time I am done, I feel sick at how full I am.
We sit around the table talking for a few hours before Rick decides we should keep moving.
"Why can't we stay here the night? I ask. Seems logical to me. Hell I do not want to sleep on that cold hard floor again.
"No can do Kara." Rick tells me "We gotta keep moving back out into the open. If there is a chance that walkers may have seen us come up here or seen the smoke coming from the chimney then I want us all out of here before they come."
I roll my eyes and walk off. Everybody in this group is so sooky, so what if the walkers come? Let's blow their frickin' heads off!
I walk back into the van to wait for everybody. I do not notice that the door is already open; I just go inside closing it behind me.
I freeze almost instantly as a walker turns to face me. It is a person, or at least used to be. Just like the one from yesterday, he is huge. I panicky and consider turning back to run outside but when I turn my head to look out the window in horror as I see a whole pack of them marching up to the house.
Fuck!
The walker wastes no time staggering up to me and in realization that my machine gun and axe are inside. I can not use my pistol, as it would alert the horde walking outside of my presence. My jacket, which is laced with knives, is on the table 5 meters away from me.
In my panic, I manage to trip over my own two feet trying to dodge the walker and I find myself on my back swinging my legs in the air.
The walker seems unaffected by my kicks and continues trying to get at my flesh.
I start to really freak out as I rack my mind for a solution. I need a weapon, but where can I find one?
Then it hits me. On the inside of my left boot is a small 2 inch knife, the only problem is getting to it when my legs are currently my only defense.
I prepare my right leg and try to surge up all the energy I have to lay a heavy blow to his face. It knocks him back a bit but he quickly recovers.
Not before I shove my hand into my boot though. My fingers lace around the cold metal right as the walker practically falls on top of me and I waste no time plunging the blade into his neck.
I feel the cool blood pour over my neck and chest and I cringe internally.
I take out the knife and propel it into his eyeball this time. I take it out and do it repeatedly until I manage to roll him off me. I sprint to my jacket knowing he is not quite dead yet, and grab my 4 inch bowie knife.
I stand over him, with a sick grin on my face and plunge the knife deep into his brain.
Take that motherfucker!
"Ahhhh!" somebody screams.
Shit, in my little brawl with the walker I forgot about the unsuspecting group inside.
I hear gunshots going off. I know what my options are. I could drive off now and leave the group to fend for themselves or I could go in there and help.
Damn wasn't this the same situation I was in just yesterday?
Knowing my decision has been made before I have to even fully contemplate it, I pull my jacket on, grip my pistol in one hand and my knife in the other and slip outside.
The walkers are barging their way in through the door and walk up behind one and drive my knife up through the back of its head. The others in front of us smell me and begin turn around. I shoot them down with my pistol and run inside to see a full-blown battle being waged.
Carl, Lori, Carol, and Maggie must have gone upstairs or something because I can not see them anywhere. Rick and Gleen are at the base of the stairs blasting away and T-dog is up on the kitchen table shooting wildly in a panic.
My heart skips a beat for a second. Where is Daryl?
My eyes lock with his though before I have a chance to really panic and I run over and stab a walker near him right in the face. He bends down and pulls an arrow from a walkers head. We look each other in the eyes, having a silent conversation. I know what we need to do. We can not just go over and start helping T-dog, Rick, and Gleen with just knives and a crossbow. I have my pistol but not enough bullets to do the job. We have to get to the living room where I left my machine gun and axe. Daryl seems to realize this too and we sprint back to the living room.
I grab my gun and hand Daryl my pistol. The gun is heavy and I have to use two hands to carry it. I slip my knife back into my jacket and run back back out to the kitchen area. Daryl goes to T-dogs rescue while I help Rick and Glenn shoot the last walkers surrounding them.
When we kill the last one Rick, closely followed by Glenn, run up the stairs. Probably looking for the others.
I turn around to see T-dog and Daryl still battling it out so I go and help.
"Need a hand?" I ask gasping for breath as I blow the head of a walker who was about to take a chomp out of T-dog's arm.
I did not get a reply but we all worked together to slaughter every walker in sigh.
When there is nothing else trying to take a bite out of us, I see Rick and the others heading out the door, probably trying to flee before anymore walkers come. T-dog, Daryl, and I run out the door and into the camper van. I can hear more walkers in the distance and I know we need to move now.
We all pile in and I help Glenn throw out the walker I dealt with earlier.
"Looks like things got messy in here." Daryl starts looking at my shirt then the floor.
"You could say that." I reply grimacing at my white shirt. That is not gonna wash out.
Rick jumps into the driver's seat and we speed off down the driveway only to be met by hundreds of walkers.
They crowded the van and I can see beads of sweat forming on everybody's heads as we contemplate what to do next.
They are blocking the exit and there is too many to simply just run over.
Then I get an idea.
Sighing, I grab my gun and open up the sunroof, squeezing through to the top.
Once I am up on the roof of the van, I stay on my knees and begin shooting every walker in the vans path.
It takes a while but inch by inch, we start making our way out.
I can see them banging and scratching on the sides of the van but there is no way in. Finally, we make it out the gates that the walkers managed to bust open and begin speeding down the road.
"Well." I say climbing back into the van; everybody is wearing a tried face, probably because they just escaped death for the second time in 24 hours.
"This sure as hell does not make my list of favorite Christmases."
I sat at the table in the camper van next to Daryl cleaning my knifes and giving them a sharpen. Outside the window, there was nothin to see but trees and hills.
we were trying to find an isolated property to rest up and hopefully take a shower. It had been raining non-stop for the past hour so hopefully a farm around here would have a water tank we could use.
"What about up over there?" Lori asks pointing to a farmhouse in the distance. I could see the turn for the driveway coming up.
"It is worth a look" Glenn chips in.
"I suppose we can take a peak." Rick says making the turn.
We travel up the long gravel driveway, keeping our eyes peeled for walkers. I think we are all a little on edge since last night. Even my cockiness has dried up a bit after that walker in the camper van attacked me. If there was one thing I absolutely hated, it was being defenseless.
The van came to a stop and I grabbed my axe and followed Daryl around the back of the property while Rick and T-dog went to check out the house. Glenn and the others waited in the van.
Daryl and I walk stealthily in silence, keeping a vigilant watch.
the sound of a twig breaking underweight echoes around us and we instinctively go back.
Then I lay eyes on it. A small female who has been seriously eaten. She has no legs and most of her arms have been stripped down to the bone.
"Yuck" I say as Daryl turns around. He gets a good look at her and shrugs, lining up to shoot her with his crossbow.
"Wait!" I shout.
Sighing as if I have just interrupted him in the middle of something very important he says "what?"
"Can I do the honor?" I ask batting my eyelashes and giving him my best flirty smile.
He regards me for a few seconds then hands the crossbow over.
I hold onto it tightly, knowing I have to really cherish this moment. I line it up with the walkers head while she continues to crawl her way over making moaning and groaning sounds.