The Walking Dead: Just Stay Alive
Season 5 Episode 9: No Survivors
Day 299
"You guys ready?" Monty asked, cocking his pistol. He had five bullets left in it, and he kept his knife in his free hand. He was looking back at Wes and Nick, who both nodded. Nick had Steven's body over his shoulders. Wes had a rifle in his hand, and ammo in his pocket. Monty nodded back at them and opened up the backdoor to the building they were in.
He stepped outside, slowly making his way across the parking lot to the fence that got them into the hell hole of a city. He stabbed a walker in the head and kept moving, with Nick right behind him, doing his best to be quiet and carry their friend's body. Wes covered him, looking around with his rifle.
"Don't fire unless you have to." Monty said, looking back at the other two. He stabbed another walker, his knife getting caught in its skull. Two walkers standing still in the lot slowly turned and looked at Monty who was struggling to get the knife out of it's head. He kicked it down onto the ground and his knife slid free.
"Go go." Monty said. Nick quickly walked by him to the hole in the fence and got through it with Steven's body. Monty fired a few shots at the walkers coming towards them, knocking them both down. Wes fired one shot from his rifle and the two quickly got out of the parking lot right behind Nick. Monty and Wes then pushed a few barrels lying next to the fence, in front of the hole and blocking the rest of the walkers.
"Let's move." Monty said, jogging to where they had left their car. Nick was right behind him, making sure to hold on tight to Steven while Wes stared at the walkers for a second, and then soon followed.
Monty was kneeling next to two sticks that had been made into a cross. Steven was buried on the side of the road, right outside of Atlanta. They had done it as soon as they got there. Monty put a hand on the dirt covering his body and stood up.
"Woo! Lets go!" Wes shouted in excitement. He looked over at Nick, who was sitting on the roof of one of the cars apart of the blockade. Monty grabbed his things and walked over, tossing them into the trunk. Nick did the same and the two got into the car.
"Back to Memphis." Nick said with a sigh. He was in the back, while Monty was riding next to Wes. The three survivors made a turn, and started heading back towards where they had come from.
"Shit! Don't die on me now!" Wes said as the car slowly came to a halt. The sun was beginning to set and they hadn't even made it out of Georgia. Smoke was shot out of the exhaust and Wes smacked the steering wheel.
"It's getting to dark to go on foot. We should just stay in the car for the night." Monty said. No one seemed to disagree. They all locked their doors, and relaxed. Nick stretched out across the back seats while Wes and Monty slightly slid down in the front seats.
A few hours went by until banging on the window caused Monty's eyes to shoot open. Nick somehow was still asleep, the noise not affecting the exhausted man. Wes however was up just like Monty while walkers groaned right in front of their faces, clawing at the windows and trying to get in. The two sat there, staying quiet and staring at the walkers.
"I can't do this anymore man." Wes quietly spoke. Monty looked over at him, and saw tears slowly going down his face. "I… I'm gonna be a dad… How can I protect my child when I can't protect my own people…"
"Don't worry about that." Monty told him, doing his best to comfort him.
"I'm supposed to keep everybody safe Monty. That was my job and I let someone die. Hell, I've let multiple people die along the way." Wes said, staring down at his feet.
"Not anymore. The only people you need to worry about are Lucy and your child. You understand? Jordan, Teresa, Alicia, hell… even me. We'll handle things from now on. You just focus on your family." Monty said. "Steven… that wasn't your fault. He let that happen to himself to buy us time. It was dumb yeah… but he chose to go out."
"All these people… everyone that died…" Wes said, pulling out a small piece of paper from his pocket. "It's all on me. Stacy, George, Selena, Bailey, May, Billy, Alison, Eddie… now Ste-" Wes almost finished saying before Monty grabbed the paper out of his hand.
"It doesn't matter. You won't ever be a good father if you are always worried okay? Stay focused, and stop killing yourself slowly with all this damn guilt." Monty said, putting the paper into his pocket. Wes sat quietly and slowly nodded his head, as the walkers began to move on from their car.
"So, Memphis is North right?" Nick asked, looking at a map they had. They had all got their bags from the trunk and any supplies that were lying around in the car. Monty grabbed the map out of his hand and then handed it back to him.
"Yeah, lets keep walking." Monty said, taking a sip from a water bottle. He continued walking, the sweat slowly rolling down his forehead. He wiped it away and sighed, knowing a long journey was ahead for him and the two others. They were right behind him however, following every command he made.
Day 302
"There should be no survivors by the time this is all over! They are people who attacked us, and killed some of our own. They enslaved people, and kept them down in those cells. You of all people should be with me when it comes to killing them." Maria said, looking at Jordan. She stood at the front of the council table, her face red from yelling so much.
Jordan stared at the table, tapping his fingers on it. He thought being here was a waste of time since yesterday all she did was make the same arguments then kick out her council members. Rebecca sat across from Jordan, huddled up in her chair and wanting to avoid the confrontation. Madison was next to Jordan and basically doing the same as Rebecca.
"Look, some of them never fired a gun at us. The least we can do is speak to them and get a sense if they are good or bad. Get rid of the rotten fruit and keep the ripe ones." Jordan said, looking up at the Queen.
"Get out. I can't believe this. Again you go against me. It should be clear." Maria said. When no one got up she slammed her first down on the table. "I said out!" Rebecca, Madison, and Jordan all stood up and left.
"Might as well get used to this." Jordan whispered to the two as they left.
"Hey! Jordan!" Teresa yelled, grabbing his attention as he left Maria's house. He smiled at her and walked over and the two stood in front of each other, awkwardly smiling.
"Um, did you need something?" he asked with a small laugh.
"Oh shit… yeah." Teresa said, slightly blushing. "There's one prisoner who threw down her gun during the attack here. She was the first to surrender and all she kept saying was how she was sorry. I think she saw a family hiding and it made her realize we are real people too."
"Or she knew she was going to die." Jordan said.
"You didn't see the terrified look on her face Jordan. There's a difference between guilt and survival." Teresa said. Jordan nodded his head. He asked for a name and Teresa smiled. "Chelsea." Jordan nodded again and kissed Teresa on the cheek, walking off to the warehouse.
"Can we get some water here? Being cramped up like this with no air conditioning is killer." Trevor said, a smirk on his face since he knew his men would cause an uproar about it. The mumbles began again, and Nathan rolled his eyes. He picked up his FAL, cocked it, and fired a shot into the ground, causing everyone to shut up.
"Next person to talk, gets a bullet in their brain." Nathan said, putting his FAL down. Trevor looked at Andrew and raised his eyebrows, grinning at how he was getting under Nathan's skin.
"Everything alright in here?" Jordan asked, walking into the warehouse and immediately feeling the heat on his face.
"Just Nathan keeping the peace." Mary said with a smirk. Darnell let out a small chuckle and Zach even smiled as well.
"You didn't kill anyone right?" Jordan questioned, looking into the cell. Nathan shook his head and Jordan let out a sigh of relief. He grabbed the keys off the desk and opened the makeshift gates padlock.
"Chelsea, stand up." Jordan said. The woman slowly raised up from the ground and Jordan motioned for Nathan to go in and grab her. Once he brought her out, Jordan pulled out his knife and cut the zip ties off of her hands. "Free to go." he said, and Chelsea was in shock.
"Which one was the prick?" Jordan asked. Nathan immediately went in and grabbed Trevor and pushed him out of the cell. Jordan locked it back up and tossed Darnell the keys. "Zach, Mary, Nathan, take him out of here for a while. Maria wants them all dead, him probably the most." The three nodded and led Trevor out of the warehouse. Some members of the militia came in to replace their guard posts and Darnell was put in charge.
"Come on, let's go get you some friends." Jordan said to Chelsea, leading her out of the warehouse.
In Memoriam:
Parking Lot Walkers
Wes' Sweet Ride
