Love and Life Chapter 8 Wounded

A/N HUUUUGE shout-out to cfulling3, he has really helped me out a lot by beta reading/ editing these past few chapters! If you don't know him, definitely check out rebuild part one: ( s/10774397/1/Rebuild-Part-I-What-s-Next-of-Us)

Hayden 7:24 PM

I really thought I was dead, it wasn't the first time I thought that, but it was the first time I really believed it. I've wanted to be dead more than once, I was better off dead for a long time. This time I really felt dead, my head crashed through the windshield and into unconsciousness. In the short periods where I was barely conscious, I could tell I was bleeding badly. The first time I was on the pavement to the right of the car, I could hear muffled gunshots and screams of death, and then I drifted off. The next time my eyes opened, I was being carried out the back of the bar. I saw the van, smoke rose from the engine, there were bodies all around it, but the last thing I saw before I drifted off once more, was Drew fighting for his life.

I was awoken next by the warmth of fire, and the smell of more than twenty-year-old beans cooking. This time I had definitely been out longer than any point before; maybe a few hours or maybe a few days. Aside from the glowing fire in the decent sized room I was in, it was very dark and bare. As far as I could tell, I was alone.

I was alone. The thought of it brought them all back, everything I'd tried, desperately tried to avoid, forget, all of it was BACK! HE was back—They were back- I was there again; that fucking complex: him and his fucking animals were all back; every one of them. I was there again, alone again; there were other people there, all around me, but I was utterly alone. Alone next to rows on people just like me, trapped; caged by those—THAT fucking monster! No, monster doesn't describe him, no! Monsters are around all of us, monsters are infected; monsters are dead men walking! He- he is alive; he is a different type of monster. His actions were slow, methodical. Industrialized evil, he preached to his followers that GOD had saved them, that the women they raped were a reward, that God would- had saved them. They were "the chosen ones". People like me- like us- WE aren't shit! If I could go back, I wouldn't stab him in the leg and run, I'd cut off his head!

(FLASHBACK)

Riley 2:29 PM (nice mood brightener right?)

"We're gonna help him right?" I spat out.

"He ain't even hurt" West floored the gas and the van sped down the hill and into the surprised hunter pulled his gun and began firing. It was chaos after that; the van crashed into an auto repairs shop (oh the irony of it all).

I was pushed out of the van and then the mad scramble began, I stumbled out into the open where three Hunters charged me, I turned to run, but when I looked back, they had all been shot dead. After that experience, a new thought hit me; where is Ellie?

I started to go back to the van when some a large burly man turned the corner in front of me,

"Where ya' running off to, hun? Ya' just got here," he cackles madly.

"Fucker!" I spat as I turned to run to a partially open garage door

I make an all-out sprint for the door, but I can hear the man's footsteps right behind me. Just as I think I've outrun him, he dives and grabs my ankle. At this point my neck is under the door, I pull as hard as I can and drag the man with me. I use the foot that he doesn't have to kick him in the head, but he continues to hold on to my ankle. I start looking around the room for a weapon to get him off me, but the only thing I see is the redheaded girl trying desperately to keep the garage door open. I start to panic.

I pull and scratch and claw to get out from under the garage door, just as I think I am out of it, he pulls out his machete. He swings at my head first, but I duck and he slashes the small sword into the chain that is holding the door. The chain itself was rusted and probably a little too weak to begin with, his machete slashes straight through it and the door falls.

He raises his machete to drive it through my stomach just as the door hits him in the back.

Time slowed down for a moment then, he yelped in pain, and then I heard two muffled gunshots to my right. The man was dead. I successfully pried my ankle out of his dead hands, but when I tried to get up I realized the severity of my ankle's injury. I couldn't put any weight on it. The girl, Bella I think her name was, helped me to my fee- foot, and helped me up the steps. We set off in search of supplies and shelter.

Oh hi again, sorry this one is a bit short. (and a bit late) ^_^ "oops right" –Tess.

Alright peace -BWT