Chapter Ten
Broken Down
Trippin out; spinning around
I'm underground; I fell down...
I awoke, gasping for air. I had a piece of cloth covering my eyes, my hands tied up loosely infront of me. I was scared, and my throat was parched. I needed water. How long was I out? What had happened to me? I slipped my hand out of the rope, taking off my mask to find the ground over ten feet below me.
I was on a roof of a cabin, in the middle of nowhere. No weapons, no means for survival. If I screamed I'd be dead- if I RAN I'd be dead. Just the drop could impair my legs, let alone it would injure some part of my body, that much I was sure.
I sat on the roof of this log cabin, trying to rack my brains of what the hell happened- where am I? It dawned on me that I was brought here; then I remembered the men from the forest. I gulped as I looked around hastily, crawling to the corner of the cabin and looking down.
How did I get here? Did I escape from them somehow? Even if I did, how did I get onto this roof? I pulled at my hair, somehow hoping for some miracle of remember what was going on; but nothing came back. How long was I out? How long had I been missing; the group, Sophia-
Daryl.
Oh fuck, Daryl! I felt tears come to my eyes at the thought of me disappearing; he must've thought I was dead by now. I gasped, rocking back and forth. No, no Daryl wouldn't think I was dead. No, HE'S looking for me!
I looked down at the ground, slowly sliding my legs over the edge. If I stayed up here walkers would surely find me, but if I left I could run into a herd; even one or two would kill me, I didn't have any way of protecting myself. I let myself slip off the roof, biting my tongue in agony as my legs hit the ground. I toppled backwards, falling hard on my ass. I stood quickly, whimpering quietly as I realized my left leg was burning with pain from the fall. I slowly limped towards the door of the cabin, contemplating whether I should enter or not. If there was a walker in there I'd be as good as dead, but if I left without a weapon; I definitely would be.
I rushed into the cabin, closing the door silently behind me. I looked around quickly, finding I was again, alone. There were no walkers, and no other humans, no life signs over than me. I walked over to a cabinet where I found a few matches and a shinning knife, which would only be good for close, one walker encounters. I supposed I was in the middle of a forest- I knew If I encountered walkers there would be more than one at a time.
I searched for any other objects I could use against walkers, but I found none. There was no point staying at the cabin; if those men came back for me I would be trapped with an even lesser chance of finding the group.. And Daryl.
I opened the cabin door slowly, holding the dagger tightly in my grasp as I limped forward into the forest. I knelt on the ground near a tree, noticing moss.
"That means I'm near water," I muttered under my breath, grabbing some leaves and throwing them in the air. They went to the left of me, which meant the wind was blowing from the north, or at least I thought so. I may have been a good tracker, but I wasn't good when I was lost in the middle of nowhere.
I stood slowly, deciding I would go straight, which I assumed was north. As I walked forward, I wondered hopelessly if Daryl was looking for me- I shook my head. Of course he was! Daryl loved me, he wouldn't leave me to die!
I limped forward, trying desperately to stop thinking about Daryl. The more I thought of him the worse I felt inside, I had to focus on surviving.
I looked up through the trees about an hour later, noticing the sun was setting. If I didn't find shelter, I would most likely be dead by morning. I began to shiver, feeling a cold breeze flow behind me. I walked as far as I could before I had to stop, resting my back against a tall, old oak tree. I looked up, staring at the tree. There were enough branches I could climb up at least half way. I would still be cold, but at least if walkers came by I would be remotely safe
As the night came upon me, I slowly climbed up the tree, trying to resist the urge to scream from the pain emerging from my ankle. I was able to climb halfway up the tree, finding a large enough branch I could lay across. I closed my eyes, trying to think of anything but the cool breeze that was freezing my body. I wondered if Daryl was safe, if he was warm. I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I realized I may never see him again.
No. I shivered. No, I love him. I will see him again.
I awoke the next morning to a deep moan beneath the tree. A walker was standing under the tree, and to my dismay it seemed to smell me. I felt my heart race faster than normal. If the walker knew I was there I was dead- there was no WAT I could crawl down without the walker biting me. I looked at the dagger in my hand, realizing I would have to throw my dagger at the walkers skull. But if I missed- no. I couldn't miss. It was a matter of life or death.
I stood up, one hand on the tree while the other grasped my dagger in a throwing motion. I Threw the dagger at the walkers head, killing it immediately. I jumped down, leaning down to take out the dagger.
I heard another moan.
I looked up, realizing two more walkers were emerging quickly from a bush. Oh shit. Oh shit! I attempted to pull out the dagger, only to find it was stuck in the dead walkers skull.
As the other Two got closer and closer I stood, limping away as quickly as possible. I knew I couldn't out run one, let alone two. I was about to give up when someone grabbed me and pulled me behind a tree. I was pushed to the ground while a woman ran infront of me, bashing the two walkers skulls in.
I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Who was this girl? She had medium brown hair, wearing Saskatoon husky merchandise. I stared blankly as the girl turned around.
"Katelin?" I asked awestruck, getting to my feet quickly.