Hey everybody :) How do you like my story so far? Well, if you're still reading after 11 chapters you must like it, I hope! Anyways, thanks for reading my fanfiction! This is the first time i've posted any of my TWD fanfic stories, and judging by the success of this one, I might start up another story SOON :) #StayClassy
Isaac's POV
The forest becomes a sea of ricocheting gun shots, blurred trees, and darkness as I chase the thug holding Connor captive. The thug had cut a hole in the black fence, managing to get through it. It was too small for me, however, and I had to physically climb over the damn thing. In the few minutes of the chase since, 3 of his bullets have almost hit me, but I keep on coming. He has to run out of ammo sometime, and I can't stop following him anyways. There is no chance in hell i'm letting him get away, not with Alex's brother. Not with ANYBODY.
"Leave me the FUCK alone!" He yells from in front of me. He can't be more than 15 feet ahead, but it might as well be a damn mile. The only way I can get to him is if I catch up to him, and i'm already tiring. The fight with the other thug a few minutes ago is really taking it's toll. There's a constant throbbing from where he kicked me in the chest, and one of my eyes is swelling shut.
I get extremely lucky; The bastard trips, and sprawls out on the hard ground. Connor goes flying a couple feet out of his reach, landing hard on his stomach. Once I catch up, and before he can get up, I jump on the thug, unloading with my fists. Soon his face turns from white to purple to red as I keep punching away.
I don't know why this stupid asshole decided to come back. All his buddies got killed by us, why the fuck did he have to come back and try and get his pathetic little revenge?
"You. Stupid. Fuck." I yell as I punch him. He's on the brink of losing consciousness, but he's fumbling for something near is belt. And then a searing pain hits my left thigh, and I know that he's stabbed me. He pulls the knife out, and stabs down again on my thigh, and the edge of my vision goes black. But I have to finish the job.
Grabbing my machete, I stab downwards with both hands, ending his pathetic life with a swift thunk as the machete pierces his brain. I roll over onto the ground next to him, laying on my back, hurting all over my body. I'm faintly aware of Connor crawling over to me, checking to see if i'm okay, probably, but i'm too tired to move.
Too tired, in fact, that I almost don't hear the snarls.
Another surge of adrenaline hits me, and I roll onto my stomach, before tackling one of the walkers down. Quickly dispatching of it by decapitation, I turn to see 3 more walkers closing in on Connor and I fast. Terrified, Connor hides behind me, leaving me to kill the oncoming walkers.
Ugh.
The first one is a young man, who was once wearing a very fine suit. But his expensive suit is in ruins now, covered in blood and other disgusting fluids. His hair, and even the skin covering his skull is completely gone, with a small knife sticking out. Somebody tried to stab it, but they didn't go deep enough to kill him, I would say. It doesn't matter anyways; I easily kill him.
The second and third walkers don't look as decapitated as the first. Judging by the color of their rotted skin, they're probably just a few months dead. I kick the first one down hard, stab the second one directly between the brain, and curb stomp the head of the fallen walker. A cascade of brains and thick, black blood comes out, covering my shoes and bottom of my jeans. Damn, it'll take a while to wash the smell out of those.
"I hear more of them." Connor says, sounding terrified. Now that he mentions it, I can hear more of them, somewhere out here in the pitch black woods. The clouds are blocking the moon, so there is virtually no light whatsoever. I still manage to pull the smaller knife from the walker with the exposed skull, wipe it off, and hand it to Connor.
"I don't know how to use this." He complains, holding it tentatively, like it's gonna bite him or something.
"Haven't you ever killed a walker?"
"No. Alex did all of the killing, or Mom, or you guys." He gropes blindly in the darkness, finding my soaked flannel shirt, and holds on tight. "You're bleeding." Really? I feel like snapping at him, but I can't be hard on him. He's just a kid. And I am bleeding. I can feel my blood flowing out of the wounds steadily, and it scares me.
"Well, um...stab them with the pointy end...aim for the head, and you should be good to go." It sound so awkward, but he rolls with it. With one hand, I grab his small hand that was locked onto my shirt. With the other, I hold my machete, with the messed up tip where the bullet it, completely covered in walker blood.
And let the walk back to the estate begin.
ALEX's POV
It's pretty much completely dark now, and we're all firing blind into the all consuming darkness. Maggie, Sasha and I are all back to back, triangle formation, unloading at the oncoming walkers. I have no idea how many of my shots are hitting home, but I know i'm almost out of ammo, again. In the estate, I have a pretty decent stockpile. We all do, found from scavenging runs or the stuff Jude had, but out here, I have hardly anything.
"I'm out!" Maggie calls out, exhausted.
"Me too." Sasha says, a second later.
"Here, take my gun! You're probably better with it anyways." I hand my gun to Maggie, and unexpectedly, it starts to rain again. Not a light rain either, it's launched right into a god damn torrential downpour. In seconds we're all soaked, and the walkers are still coming, closing in fast. Lightning strikes somewhere, briefly illuminating my surroundings. There's a gap between some walkers a few feet to my left, and then it's a straight shot to the gate. Maybe I could climb over it, but the spikes on top will pose a problem.
Fuck it.
"I'm making a run for the gate!" I yell, and before either of them can say anything about it, I'm off, sprinting as hard as I can. The ground has already become slick with mud, and I nearly trip twice. I can't see anything in front of me, and I end up crashing into the fence hard, smacking my forehead hard, and i'm down. The hard impact on my head plunges me right into a huge migraine. I'm still recovering from the concussion I got when the bandit pistol whipped me last week, and this is just too much to handle. If I could see, i'd be seeing stars.
A lone walker, or several of them, I don't know, are coming for me now. I can hear their hungry snarls over the soaking rain and deafening thunder. This is where I die, I think. There's absolutely no way out of this one. I don't have a gun, a knife, any weapon whatsoever. At least I tried.
Just when the first walker is about to fall on me, I hear a particularly loud crash of thunder. And another, and another after that. That's not thunder, I realize, delerious, those are gun shots. Somebody is dragging me by my arm now, where I don't know, or care for that matter. I just need to get out of this damn rain. My vision is completely black. Maybe it's just too dark to see anything, but most likely my head on crash into the gate temporarily blinded me. I don't know, i'm not a doctor.
Just as I'm about to lose consciousness, a blaring light appears right in front of my eyes; I can feel the heat, and I open my eyes to see Jude shining a flashlight in my eyes. Her frizzy black hair that's usually neatly done in a bun is soaking wet, clinging to her forehead. She looks so tired. What's she even doing out here, she can't kill walkers. She could get killed!
"Oh sweet Jesus, he's alive." She tells somebody off to her left, and they step into view. It's Kat, holding her own flashlight, her shotgun in the other. She looks at me briefly before heading back outside the gate. I don't see what's going on because i'm on my back in the mud, but I hear several shotgun blasts, and a few seconds later she comes running back inside the gates with Maggie and Sasha. Maggie's limping pretty bad, and Sasha completely gives out the second they get inside the gate. Kat slams it closes, and swings down the latch, locking it.
"We have to get inside!" Kat yells at everybody, helping me up along with Jude.
"There's too many walkers out there, the fence won't hold!" Jude tells Kat, in a frantic voice. I can hear walkers already back on the fence, snarling their annoying snarls and shaking the foundation of the fence. She's right, it won't last long.
"We'll have to fix that tomorrow. We need to get inside, NOW. Once we're inside, lock the doors and windows. It's gonna be a long night..." Before she finishes talking, I pass out.
I wake up in a room with no ceiling.
Instead, i'm greeted by a beautiful blue sky, not a cloud to be seen. There's no evidence of the hellish weather yesterday, the downpours and thunderstorms. Just thinking about that pounding rain makes me cold. But then it hits me: Why the hell can I see the sky?
Sitting up, I see that several people are lying on the floor. David and Micah, the boys Jude has been watching since forever, my own brother and sister, peacefully sleeping next to each other, and Isaac, who's not in good shape at all. One of his eyes is swollen really bad, all blue and puffy and disgusting looking. His shirt is completely ripped to shreds, and there are bruises all over his body. But the worst part has to be his thigh, which has a hefty amount of gauze on it, but there's still a red blotch on it. Has he been bit?
I roll over to the side of the bed, and stand up, realizing I don't have any shoes on. Upon further inspection, I'm wearing completely different clothes than I was last night. My batman shirt is gone, and somebody must have changed me in my sleep, which creeps me out a lot. But damn, I loved that shirt.
The door creeps open, and for the slightest moment i'm afraid a horde of walkers is about to break in, but it's only Kat. She looks rough. Her hair, which is usually neatly in a ponytail, is splayed everywhere, covered in dirt and blood. Her face is too, and her blue t-shirt is ripped to hell. Her boots are stained brown and a darkish red/black. I'm completely horrified; Has anybody died?
"Oh my god, Kat, what happened to you?" I ask her, and she puts a hand on the door frame to prevent her from falling. I rush over, and guide her to the bed, careful not to step on any of the sleeping kids on the floor. She looks up at me with tired eyes, and smiles her defiant smile.
"We made it." She says, and before she can elaborate, she closes her eyes and falls to sleep. I snicker, and then i'm laughing, because apparently nobody died. "We made it" means we're gonna be okay.
Coming downstairs from the third floor, I see the other two floors in complete disarray. Mud stains have ruined the carpet on the stairs, and in the hallways, and there's an assortment of walker bodies scattered randomly throughout our home. The front doors are broken off their hinges, and the windows I can see are shattered. I see Sasha and Maggie resting on two Lazy Boy recliners in the massive living room, using a stack of walker bodies as a foot rest.
"That is just not okay." I say, entering the room smiling. They both look up at me, still in their superhero shirts, although their quite ruined. They smile back, tired. "Honestly, Alex, who cares? We made it. All is well in the kingdom. There is peace in the valley, can't you let us rest for a second?" Sasha says, a playfulness in her voice.
"Yeah, what a buzzkill man. While you were dozing your little brown haired head off upstairs, we took out a horde of what, 200 walkers?" She looks over at Sasha, who answers with "At least."
"Nobody's hurt?"
"Nope. You should've been there, man. We were all killing them. Even Jude. Did you know she hadn't killed one of them until last night? Anyways, Isaac showed up afterwards, with your brother, almost dead. He'll be fine though, Jude says. He was stabbed, but the knife didn't hit anything serious." Maggie is in a surprisingly good mood, especially after the hellish day we had yesterday, battling walkers in the dark and all.
"What was he doing out with Connor?" I ask, genuinely confused.
"The rest of the group that broke in last week, well they came back. Started the fire that burnt the roof to dust, and made off with Connor. But Isaac killed both of them, and saved him. He was so spent by the time he got back that Connor was practically dragging him." Sasha tells me.
Well, that's news. They both could've died, horribly. Well, all of us could have died last night, if shit hit the fan. But, miraculously, we're all still here. No wonder why Maggie and Sasha are so happy. I pull up an extra chair from the dining room into the living room, and the three of us sit talking for at least a half hour, planning the huge clean-up of the estate.
It's when I'm about to go and get some late breakfast when I notice the people outside. At least 4 people with huge guns, coming up to the gates. A couple yards back, I see a familiar carriage, and behind that, lines of people. Holy fuck.
"Guys, get down!" I yell, diving to the floor. They look confused, but follow my example.
"What are you doing?" Sasha asks, confused.
"4 of our friends from yesterday, with huge as fuck guns are right outside." I say. How could we have actually forgotten about them? How stupid could we have been? Maggie glances out of the broken window, confirming what I told her. All of the happiness and light atmosphere from a few seconds ago is wiped away in a moment.
"We have to do something. Can we get to the stash in the side room by the doors?" Sasha asks us both.
"Nope. Aren't the doors gone?"
"Shit." She curses.
"What are they doing? They didn't see us yesterday." She asks, beyond confused.
"Must be looking for supplies or something..." I answer.
"I'm going out there." Maggie says, still watching the men closing in.
"WHAT?!" Sasha and I both whisper, quite loudly, at her. She can't be serious.
"I'm going, and they're going to take me prisoner. But i'll be ready. I have a gun and a knife on me. I'll take the gun apart, hide it in my shoes with my knife. Tonight, or soon after that, i'll free myself, and kill all of them. The-" Sasha stops her, though.
"Maggie, you can't take out ALL of them! There's at least 10 of them, at least! You'd get killed, and Beth and Daryl would still be slaves!"
"Do NOT call them that!" Maggie whispers harshly. "You know I can take them out. Maybe not all at once. One at a time."
"I'm coming with you." I whisper, barely audible. But both of them look at me.
"Don't be stupid! Alex, you need to help me talk Maggie out of this!" Sasha looks seriously bewildered, but Maggie is making sense. We don't have enough man power to take them out now. But, if we sneaked into their ranks of enslaved people, started a revolt, we could take them all down.
"I have to. Sasha, don't you understand? We can't kill all of them, just the three of us, right now. It would be suicide. But, if Maggie and I could get some of the people they're holding to join us, we could easily pick them all off. And besides, Maggie knows Daryl and Beth, but only I know Elijah. He'll trust me." What am I even saying?
"Here, take this. Put it in your shoe." Maggie hands me a knife, and I go to put it in my shoe, when I realize i'm not wearing any.
"Here, take mine." Sasha says, and takes off her boots, handing them to me. Before I can question why she's helping us, the guys outside start towards our house. I rip some of a shirt off one of the stacked walkers they were using as foot rests, and wrap the knife inside, before stuffing it in Sasha's boot. Maggie has already taken her gun apart, and stuffed pieces of it in both her shoes.
"Follow us, Sasha. Tell the others whatever you want, but make sure you guys are behind us, somewhere. I don't know where we're headed, and we might need help when we break out." Maggie instructs Sasha, hugging her fiercely before she stands up. I stand up, too, and we hold hands as we head for the gap where the front doors were.
As soon as we walk outside, I feel like I made a huge mistake.
And the plot thickens... :)
