I apologize for the extremely long updates.
I've just started school, homework has been hell so far.
My updates may take place only on the weekends.
We've all made it back from the Motel, unharmed luckily. My throat and stomach had still ached of vomit as each second passed. The three of us entered the drugstore through the back alley door, leading us to the office part of the drugstore. I held the door open for Glenn and Lee to walk through, the door that lead to the drugstore.
"Everything all right?" Kenny asked, as soon as Lee and Glenn set foot in the drugstore.
"Yeah. We had some close calls but Glenn is fine and… well… yeah…. We're okay," Lee shrugged.
"I've got a few cans of gas for your pickup in the trunk of my car," Glenn said glumly, staring down at the floor the entire time.
"Good to hear it," Kenny smiled. "Our "friend" is still in and out over there. He won't survive anymore stress," Kenny added, pointing his head at Larry, sitting at the corner of the drugstore.
"Then the next order of business is getting those pills out of the pharmacy," Lee said, walking over to the front door of the pharmacy with his new axe, meeting Doug outside, in front of the drugstore entrance.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Carley approaching me from the register counter, a huge smirk on her face. Although I couldn't really tell whether it was a playful or mischievous one. I was hoping that she wouldn't complain, or nag, or just say anything negative to me or about me.
"I'm glad to see that you're still alive," She complimented, to my surprise.
A looked away from her for a second, not very sure what to say next. "Uh... well, to be honest with you, I almost did, well, kind of died back there," I stammered uneasily, scratching the back of my head.
"Oh? How so? Walker get to you?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"No no, it had nothing to do with that," I began. "We had to stay at the motel a little longer because Glenn wanted to save a bitten girl trapped in a motel room."
"Why would you guys even waste time trying to save her if she was bitten?"
"Well, this is how it all went down," I explained. "Lee and I found Glenn, but Glenn mentioned that he had found a girl in the motor inn while searching for the gasoline, who got trapped in one of the second story rooms. At the time, he didn't know that she was bitten, until we had found her. She had a huge walker bite covering half of her stomach."
"Damn. So… what exactly happened after you guys found her?"
"Yeah, about that, that's the screwed up part," I divulged. "You see, she wanted me to give her my gun, in order to commit suicide."
"I'm assuming you didn't give it to her then, huh," She presumed.
"Yeah, I didn't. That's when everything got all screwed up. She kept coming in closer to me, expanding her hand out in an attempt to grab my gun. I backed away, and the deck below us began to fall apart. I managed to hold on to a wooden plank, avoiding the fall. But as for the woman… She didn't make it. Glenn and I soon realized that she had died from the fall, head first, her head split open."
"Jesus. Well, I'm glad that you didn't give her your gun. That was very smart of you," She eulogized genuinely. "You know, you seem like an okay kid to me. I'm sorry we had gotten off to a rough start-"
"HOLY CRAP!" I heard Doug scream from the outside, cutting off Carley from finishing her sentence, as she turned to look at the sudden shriek. Doug, along with Lee, was seen rushing inside the drugstore with the sound of something jingling, slamming the door behind them shut. I could hear the gate rustling very loudly outside of the drugstore, some groaning as well.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Lilly's eyes widened, leaving her dad sitting at the corner of the drugstore alone at the moment.
Doug bent over, panting heavily while both of his hands leaned against his knees. Lee however, held the keys high up in the air, jingling them to Lilly's sight.
"God, you two are amazing," Lilly admired, "Let's get in there."
Lee, along with Lilly, went inside the office, getting to the locked pharmacy door. Doug stayed inside the drugstore, still heavily panting. He took a chair near the register counter, the "lump" on his stomach puffing in and out repeatedly.
"Clem, you got a second?" I heard Glenn call out from the corner from the pharmacy, leaning against the wall right next to the bathroom door.
"Sure, what's up Glenn?" I asked cheerfully, walking over to the corner alongside with him.
Something didn't seem right, however. He still kept looking down at the floor, refusing to look at me in the face. He leaned against the bathroom door, his leg crossed over the other, along with his own arms crossed.
"Why didn't you just give it to her?" He asked, a slight sullen tone in his voice.
"What do you mean, 'why didn't I just give it to her?'" I asked back, lifting up one of my eyebrows.
"You know… the girl at the motor inn… why couldn't you just give it to her?" He questioned, ill-tempered.
I thought about my response for a little moment, fearing that if I may say something wrong, he might snap at me or start bawling. "Glenn, I think that if you were in my position, you would've understood it a little better," I began, "Giving her my gun is like giving her consent to commit suicide, and I think that that's terrible. And besides – We didn't know what exactly she was gonna do with the gun, Glenn. Giving her the gun, she could've used it to shoot one of us, you know?"
He uncrossed his arms, letting them droop down to his sides. "I guess you're kind of right," He sighed, "But I still can't get over the way she died, you know. I don't think anyone should've ever go through their death like that. I don't know... It's just – It's just that I thought that giving her the gun in the first place would've been better. But now, I'm not so sure anymore Clem."
"Glenn, I'm sorry you feel that way," I expressed regretfully, "But now –"
All of us, including a feeble Larry, had our attention faced towards the pharmacy, a loud ringing noise consistently going on and off, like an alarm.
"We gotta hurry!" Lilly cried, both her and Lee frantically running through the pharmacy in the search for nitroglycerin pills.
"Fuck, fuck! What do we do?!" Glenn panicked, releasing himself from his depressed state.
"I – I don't know!" I stammered, looking around the drugstore to see if anyone has found a solution out of this mess.
"They're gonna start breaking in any second," Carley informed, grabbing a loaded magazine out of her purse and shoving it up her gun. "Clem, be sure to have your gun loaded."
"I will," I replied back, checking the ammo inside the magazine of my gun. Loaded.
Lilly and Lee burst through the office door, Lilly grasping a bottle of nitroglycerin capsules. She rushed over to her dad, stuffing the capsules down his throat.
"Come on dad! We gotta go!" Lilly persisted, helping him up to stand.
"What do we do?!" I asked, loud enough so that anyone could answer. I could hear them all outside. Hordes of them. And the alarm still kept ringing and ringing inside the pharmacy.
"Duck, c'mon baby time to go," Katjaa rushed, cleaning off the remnants of the walker blood from her son's face, helping him up to stand.
"I'm gonna go get the truck pulled up 'round back," Kenny informed us all, walking near the office door.
"Do it fast – I got to get my dad out of here!" Lilly noted, her dad opening the alley door located in the office.
"I don't plan on dilly-dallying," Kenny replied in an annoyed way. "Honey, take Duck into the office and barricade the living hell out of the door behind me," He ordered. He approached me, Doug, Carley, and Glenn, all bunched together. "Glenn, when you hear me honking in the alley, start getting people out of here!"
"You got it," Glenn assured.
"Doug, Carley, and Lee, you guys make sure our defenses stay up 'til then," Kenny instructed. "And Lee, I better take your axe in case I run into any of them on the way to my truck," Kenny added, just before leaving the drugstore.
Lee, rushing near the entrance, grasped onto the axe that stood there next to the door. "Here you go," He says, tossing the axe over to Kenny.
We all turned our attention to the entrance of the drugstore, hearing a loud creak.
"Guys, that door is not locked anymore," Doug informed us all, nervously.
"Shit," Kenny muttered in frustration. "You three," He pointed at Doug, Glenn, and Carley, "Get on it! I'll get back as fast as I can!"
The three hastily ran over to the entrance, their weight pressing against the door as the walkers kept beating against it from the other side.
"Stay away from the windows," Lee warned me, leaving me by the refreshments stand for the time being.
"Glenn, we need your help; please hurry!" Katjaa squealed, sounding like it had come from the back alley.
Without hesitation, Lee hurried to the entrance door, taking in Glenn's place as he went to go and help Katjaa.
"Hey Lee…" Doug croaked out, "If we don't make it through this, you should know that… I think you're a great guy," He admitted flatly.
"We WILL make it through this," Lee corrected through breaths.
"Doug, if we don't make it through this, you should know –"
Carley was eventually cut off from her sentence, as a walker pushed at the door fiercely, causing Lee to get pushed off the door. Struggling, he managed to get the door back closed.
"I should know what?" Doug questioned.
"Huh?" Carley questioned him back.
"You said I should know –"
"Shit!" Carley fumed, as one of the display shelves of the store were knocked down by the outside, walkers, of course. "On it," She said, preparing to push the shelf back against the wall. But her eyes shortly widened in horror, beginning to pull her piece out.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh shit," Carley gasped, as she begun to shoot the walkers pouring in from the outside.
"Wha…? Oh shit!" Lee frantically turned his head, seeing walkers tremble to the ground as Carley shot them in the head. She rushed over by the refreshments stand, taking out the walkers pouring in from this side.
"Clementine!" Lee yelled, "Can you look for something to stick in between the handles? Something real strong, okay?!"
"You got it," I responded, beginning to search through the display shelves for anything useful. No luck yet. I searched through the register counter. Nothing.
"Clementine, did you find anything yet?!" Lee cried.
"Nothing! Oh… wait a second," I quaked, running inside the office door, realizing that I haven't searched for anything inside there, yet. I noticed Lee's dad's cane, just leaning there against the wall, almost as if it were untouched. Lee could use it to stick in between the door handles. I wasn't so sure, however. This cane meant a lot to Lee, as of now, his father being dead and all. Sort of like being a memento to him, as my cap is my memento of my dad.
But, if this cane can successfully prevent walkers from barging in to the main entrance, then it's worth actually bringing this to Lee.
Which I chose to do.
I picked up the light cane, running over to Lee who was now struggling to keep the door closed, alone. Carley was over by the refreshments stand, shooting walkers that poured in the store. As for Doug, he tried to keep the window by the entrance fortified, as walkers kept attempting to break it down.
"I found something!" I exclaimed, handing Lee the cane.
He grabs it from my hands, sticking it between the door handles. It seemed to hold out the walkers from outside, for now.
"AHH! GET OFF! GET OFF!" Doug cried in plea, as a walker grasped onto his shoulders, attempting to pull him out through the broken window.
"Shit! I'm out! I'm out!" Carley yelped, extending her hand out to reach for her purse from the counter, but a walker had trapped her ankle in its grip, "Lee! Help! Ammo! In my purse!"
Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Doug and Carley both hysterically tried to release themselves from the walkers' grips. I was stuck in the middle between the two, and Lee frantically looked back and forth between them, panic stricken.
He rushed over to Doug, helping to release him from the walkers grip. "Clementine, help Carley!" He yelled, pulling Doug off of the walker's grip onto his shirt.
I quickly nodded, running over to Carley's side. I had thought about shooting the walker that had her ankle caught in their grip; but it would be too risky, deeming that I could accidentally shoot Carley's ankle off. There was also her purse… the thing she kept frantically reaching for.
I grabbed the purse, digging through all her crap in search of a loaded magazine. Nothing yet.
Screw this.
I turned the purse over, dumping out all its contents onto the register counter, until I saw a magazine fall out along with all her crap.
Grabbing the magazine, I tossed it over to Carley's stretched out arm, in which she successfully caught. Reloading the gun, she shot the walker that grabbed onto her ankle, along with another that was seen approaching her from the outside.
"Let's go!" Kenny yelled, bursting the office door open.
Carley, standing on the other side of the drugstore, without looking back, ran over inside the office door.
As for Doug, Lee, and I, we were the only ones left inside the drugstore. I ran over to the office door that was held open by Larry, but I was suddenly tripped over. Looking back, I noticed that a walker had grabbed onto my ankle. I kept squirming and squirming out of its grip, but it wouldn't budge.
Lee rushed over by me stomping on the walker's head repeatedly. Doug, briefly stopping his path to the open office door, ran over by my side. As Lee finished stomping on the walker's head, Doug grabbed onto both of my arms, pulling me up to stand on my feet.
"Thanks," I tell him, expressing my gratitude.
"Don't mention it, kid," He replied, "But right now, we gotta move," He says, placing his hand on my back lightly, leading me inside the open office door.
Lee followed us behind to the office door, only to be stopped by Larry, placing his large hand against Lee's chest.
"You're not coming with us, you son of a bitch!" Larry hollered, knocking him down to the floor with a kiss from his fist.
Something was wrong. The "Supposedly killed" walker that had trapped my ankle in its grip earlier was now crawling gradually to a knocked-out Lee.
"No!" I bellowed, pushing Larry out of my way, advancing towards Lee. I pulled my gun out, raising it over to shoot at the walker's head, who was almost practically on top of Lee. He noticed me pulling my gun out. He extended his arm out above him, thinking that I was going to shoot him.
*Splat*
To his surprise, streaks of walker blood stained his cheeks, a bullet penetrating its skull. I held my hand out in front of him, gesturing for him to grab onto it.
"Come on Lee," I persisted, curling back four of my fingers, hoping that he would grab onto it.
Expecting it, he had grabbed onto my hand, quickly getting up. The both of us rushed inside the office. Taking one last glance inside the drugstore, which was now filled with walkers, Lee slammed the door closed, leading me outside to the back alley.
We made it.
Lee had successfully managed to save Doug, as did I for Carley.
All of us made it out of here.
Alive.
No one ending up becoming walker dinner.