I need to update my other story, but I'm so into this one atm! I'm sorry but I will try to stop updating this too much, haha…..*nervous laughter*, this will most likely develop into a sad chapter- it's bound to.
Maggie and Glenn were barricaded in the back bedroom, door shut and together they moved the wardrobe and bed against the back of it. If the walkers got in it was due to exceptional circumstances. The mockery of Scooby-doo ran childishly through Maggie's head, wishing it could all be masked men instead. But it wasn't, and thinking they were the living in guise wouldn't protect her. She looked desperately at Glenn, they were both holding onto strings. It was too soon to lose another group. Far, far too soon.
Maggie wanted to cry, have a tantrum and go to bed. She'd sleep it off and there'd be no need to be this afraid ever again. Glenn was shifting the crowbar in his hands, reluctant to put it down or rest at all. But there was nothing they could do. Not yet, not until the walkers stopped hammering on the doors and some of them moved somewhere else. But they had seen them, the hammering was perpetual, one walker might forget why they hit a door, but other walkers copy and repeat. This could go on for days. They could smell them too, the entire house reeked of being clean.
Beth ran up the stairs, being pushed first with everyone, the steps jolting Judith with each step. But the child simply stared blankly in subconscious knowledge they were in danger and she shouldn't cry. Beth headed straight for the first room she could, Sasha and Kenneth slipping in behind her. The yells from downstairs made them shut the door. Beth saw a last glimpse of Maggie and Glenn throwing the other bedroom door shut. She let out a breath knowing they had a door between them and the walkers, but still how well could wood hold.
They all looked at each other, unsheathing their weapons from their belts. Beth's small knife felt sickeningly familiar. Sweaty, scared faces looked at one another. All thinking the same thing, but trying not to. This could be the last time. Kenneth felt a strange desire to kiss all three ladies on their cheeks and thank them for the comfort they provided. He was long past losing family, but somehow back to being close to it.
Now that the mangled arms and snarling dead people weren't around Judith let out a small moan, the others turned to look in horror. Beth bounced Judith on her hip, trying to plaster on a smile so that she wouldn't go into full cries. But babies can tell when there's tension and small sobs and tears starting rolling down her eyes. The moaning got louder, and babies' cries were bread crumbs to the candy house.
Tyresse ran to the door adjacent to the top of the stairs, it was the bathroom. He had vague memories of nearly hitting Beth and Daryl with his sister on the first night here. It had seemed so normal, so safe. He held the door open for the loud noises of running Daryl and Michonne who ran in, letting him slam the door behind them and locking it.
Wide eyes looked at each other. They needed a plan. The obvious plan was to barricade the door, he hoped the others had thought of that, but they were in a bathroom and everything was fixed. The loud trembling moans of the undead, beat at the door. The stronger ones would manage the stairs quickest. This was the window of opportunity before the numbers got too great. And then the noise of Judith cut through the noise of walkers. And it was too late to do anything.
Walkers began to beat on the door, Beth was shushing and holding Judith hoping it would calm her, her own tears forming in frustration. Sasha tried pushing the heavy chest in front of the door, hoping to barricade themselves in. But the added scraping noise made it impossible to move, even with the help of Kenneth, before the wood slinters around the handle and walkers spilled into the room.
The cries and the subsequent bangs and screams let them know someone's room had gotten broken into. Michonne took a towel and smashed the window with a strong fist, pushing the shard out. Daryl looked at her in pure admiration. That woman could be a fucking genius. It was tight squeeze, particularly for Tyresse, but all three of them managed to slide out into the porch roof.
As the walkers flooded in Kenneth and Sasha stepped back, taking them out where possible but the sheer number was impossible. Beth looked to the door of the en-suite, taking out a stray walker and forcing the door open. She had no choice but to yell loud enough for them to back into it. Kenneth got there first taking Judith to leave Beth to close the door behind Sasha when she got it. Few stabs to the head were needed. One particularly disturbing walker with straggly blonde hair and tight jeans appeared, and Beth didn't restrain her stabbing. The walker dropped after the knife in her eye, to expose the scene behind. And Beth wanted to scream and cry as Sasha's neck was bitten into.
Not missing a beat, because she couldn't afford to Beth grabbed the handle and pulled the door shut. Kenneth understood the action with grim pessimism. Sasha was gone. Hands grabbed the pained wood and Beth was able to stab them when they tried to peak in. her fingers were burning and adrenaline was saying they might not make it. Then Kenneth saw Daryl, Michonne and Tyresse on the porch roof. Sneaky sons of bitches. He yelled out to Beth, whose face was red with effort.
''Kenneth, take Judith'' Beth was wrestling the door shut, few fingers still curling round the door. She knew he could definitely get out. Whether or not she could slip through the window before her friends here joined her was another matter.
''No- Beth'' Kenneth wanted to have a reason not to, but there was none. Perhaps, you deserve to live more than I do, but he was too scared of dying to say that.
''I'll follow, just go.'' It was a lie. It came out through gritted teeth, and in that moment she had the strength and authority of Daryl Dixon. When she heard the glass smash and few muttering swears of cuts on sharp glass, Beth permitted herself a look around. She was all alone. So she stopped holding the door open.
Daryl and Michonne, quickly checked the other windows the porch roof lead to, only managing to find Maggie and Glenn. The noises of yelling and baby cries made them all stop a moment, eyes wide, knowing the reason the walkers weren't so hard after them was because they were occupied elsewhere. You only yelled when it was last resort.
The problem with this window was that he could see the porch, but it ended before them. Sliding out he managed to lower himself to get his boots onto the narrow wooden edging of the room below. Judith was zipped into his jacket, and he pressed her gently against the brick of the house to keep her safe and stop her slipping down. His fingers grasped the window ledge above them, trying to calculate the next move.
Luckily for him and Judith their situation wasn't dire for long. Due to the positioning of the porch, Michonne saw him hanging there as they helped Maggie and Glenn out the window to join them on the porch. With the alert raised, one floor was easier to get down from.
Tyresse and Glenn took a word and something from Daryl and jumped down the roof, running into the woods. From the view pint, Kenneth could see the swarming walkers, the ones outside hadn't really noticed anything happening above their heads and so moaned aimlessly. Michonne managed to clear enough space for Daryl and Maggie to make a catching platform with their arms behind him. This was possibly the most dangerous thing he had done. Putting his faith and total trust into these two he let himself fall back. For a moment he flying and he was going to die, he was sure of it. Both Maggie and Daryl grunted loudly as they bended at the knee to slow the impact, the weight strained their arms and the grunts made a few more walkers stumble over making Michonne have to move double time.
Noticing for the first time Kenneth had a disgruntled and disorientated Judith, Maggie swallowed looking up at the bathroom window where all she saw were the movements of walkers. Michonne pulled her arm, and she realised they were running the opposite way to which Tyresse and Glenn had. Picking off the walkers that followed, the four of them and Judith simply ran like rats leaving a ship, because there was nothing else to do. Their legs burned but the majority of the walkers were milling around the house, distracted sickeningly by anything alive or freshly dead.
The shambling walkers broke into the bathroom. Small, frail Beth Greene stopped gagging on the sight on the black congealed blood all over her, taking them down with awkward efficiency. Her arms ached, but adrenaline still coursed, until that was gone she would fight. The bodies of the other walkers managed to slow the flow down, not to mention the smell of death masking her location and the small room making her invisible to the vast majority. Sometime, maybe a minute, maybe more, Kenneth's fingers had disappeared form the sill and so she hoped that meant her baby was safe.
They had lost Sasha, stab. Tyresse was going to be pissed, stab. Judith was gone, stab. She was alive though, stab. She wouldn't remember Beth, stab. Her daddy would be proud, stab.
Beth felt the cool pane of glass against her back, she jumped at the touch before realising she was backed against the shower, littered bodies around her feet. And then in the far, far distance there was a loud beeping sound, thinking her ears had given in, she suddenly realised with a pang it was a car alarm. It wouldn't be loud enough to get the attention of all the walkers, maybe some outside but the ones indoors would keep looking for a meal. And then there was a bang that shook her, and then another walkers came crawling across its brethren's body toward her.
Daryl stopped running when he heard the bang, he hadn't expected it to be so loud and he doubted his entire plan. Tyresse and Glenn had run off with his lighter and a vague idea of what they were going to do, blow up the SUV send the walkers that way. Now he was doubting they got far enough away without getting singed. He took in numbers, already knowing they hadn't got Beth or Sasha.
''Where were the others? Trapped in another room?'' He asked desperately, already knowing the answer from Kenneth's face, he looked twice his age. The ragged answer wouldn't even come, the man just shook his head, settling down on the ground and holding on the child. The walkers had stopped their chase and they were all alone again.
Maggie jumped at the sound Daryl made, already lost in her own grief for her sister the noise of total desperate despair shook her. She realised with horror Daryl was crying, picking up his cross bow and setting to head back.
''Daryl, stop there's nothing we can do-'' Michonne held onto his arm, he shrugged her off aggressively, continuing to walk briskly.
''No, no- we don't abandon our own. I won't them- be one of those things, and I sure as fuck won't let them get ea-'' his voice reached a high, tears still going. He had to do this, it already felt like he died
''the old school should be this way, find the road and you know where.'' Michonne gave him a nod, her instructions clear and the plan in place. He wouldn't rest until he saw her mangled body, no matter how much it would fuck him up.
''Sasha was bitten, Beth was trapped in the en-suite, the door was open.'' Kenneth took a page out of Michonne's book managing to hold himself together somehow, keeping his voice clear but trying to avoid giving him too much hope.
Daryl felt disgusted at his selfishness for feeling relieved Beth was possibly alive, even if on the back of it they had lost another. He nodded and stalked off, the small steps of Maggie joined him. He looked at her red face of steel, anger was a good way to deal with this. Anger got results, crying and breaking down they'd do for after they found her. And they would find her.
His heart stopped when he clambered over the bodies, taking out the remaining walkers swiftly. The majority of those who hadn't migrated to the loud banging noise and roaring fire sounds, were crowded around a bloodied body. He swallowed feeling sick, the outstretched hand of dark skin told him all he needed to know. He took out the feasting beats, face of untold anguish.
Beside him Maggie gasped, holding back a noise of utter disgust, and he agreed. There are something's even zombie land can't prepare you for.
The sheer number of walkers taken down in the bathroom was impressive for a last ditch attempt at trying to live. Was this all Beth or had Kenneth and Sasha helped here too? There was a small frame splattered with blood and blonde hair long and curly, she faced the ground, legs trapped under the bodies of dead walkers. And everything was broken, everything told him she was gone.
So, I'm sorry to say that I really don't feel I did justice her, I don't find action chapters easy to write. The danger isn't over yet though guys…