Survivors: A Walking Dead Story

Chapter 40: The Smiler War Part 2

Connor and Morgan sprinted through the woods, Weaver and Trim hot on their heels. Connor dared to look back and saw Weaver running at him his revolver raised and trying to aim a shot. Connor dashed to the right as a gunshot rang out. The bullet splintered a tree on Connor's left and kicking up bark in his face. Connor let out a cough as he continued to run. Connor looked ahead and saw a fallen tree. He ran towards it and quickly vaulted over the tree, he landed in a puddle on the other side with a splash.

The water didn't slow Connor down as he continued to run. Morgan saw Connor to his right and tried to follow him when a gunshot whizzed past his head. Morgan ducked his head down as he ran and saw the trees pass them, they all looked the same as they ran. Morgan felt his energy waning from all the running. His lungs felt like they were gonna explode. But still Morgan pushed his body onwards.

Connor looked back again to see Trim following him lining up a shot. Connor ducked down as a bullet shot past.

Connor looked up ahead and spotted what looked like an abandoned building. It was on the outskirts of a town. That looked like a good place to hide. Connor heard growls. He looked to his right and saw several Walkers wandering through the trees attracted by the sounds of the gunshots and twigs snapping as they all ran.

Morgan clocked the building as well and pushed himself to run faster towards it. As they got closer Connor could see it was a building under construction. As Connor got closer, he could make out a sign.

"BUILDING UNSAFE CONSTRUCTION UNDERWAY"

It was risky but the other buildings were too far away, and they would be exposed on the streets. Weaver tried to line up a shot on Morgan but found his revolver had run out of ammo. Weaver fumbled around in his pocket trying to grab whatever bullets he had left. Connor approached an entrance to the building and pushed the set of double doors open.

"in here man" said Connor.

Connor and Morgan entered the building and Connor slammed the door shut. Connor held the door's shut while Morgan tried to find something to block it. He spotted a metal pole and grabbed it. Morgan wedged the pole through the door handles and they both twisted the pole around to keep the doors shut.

"alright we got a few seconds, we need to find a way out of here" said Connor.

Morgan nodded and looked around for anyway out. Weaver tried to shove the doors open but found the doors stopped a few inches after opening. He peered inside and saw the two of them inside.

"you can't escape you little shits, I'm coming for ya" said Weaver.

Connor and Morgan took off running through the building. Behind them they heard the doors being violently pushed as Weaver and Trim tried to force the doors open. Morgan took the lead as they ran through the construction site. The entire site was weak, and bits of the place had crumbled and collapsed after two years of the apocalypse.

As they turned a corner in the distance behind them, they could hear the doors open and Weavers voice shout out.

"we're in now where did you go" said Weaver.

Weaver held up his reloaded revolver, he had three bullets remaining. Trim's guns had all run out. Weaver took the lead as they ran after them.

As Connor ran, he realised his gun was out of ammo.

"hey Morgan, you got any bullets left?" asked Connor as they ran.

"afraid not" said Morgan.

Connor looked around; he couldn't see an exit. They ran down a hallway and came to a large open room. The place was half built and the walls which were coloured brown had mostly collapsed into rubble. Morgan spotted another door, he ran towards it and pushed it open.

"this way man should be an exit in this direction" said Morgan.

"I hope you're right" said Connor.

Just as they pushed through the door Weaver and Trim entered the room.

Weaver aimed his revolver and squeezed off a shot, Connor leapt through the door leaving the bullet to get lodged in the oak door.

They ran down the hallway and came to set of stairs.

The floor beneath Connor's feet cracked and soon the floor gave out. Connor let out a yell as he fell down into the darkness. Morgan peered down and saw Connor on the ground. Connor felt his head hurt as he looked around. He was in some kind of basement.

"get out of here Morgan I'll find a way out" said Connor.

Morgan looked up and saw Weaver and Trim coming towards them.

"shit" said Morgan. The floor continued to crumble, and Morgan was forced to run up the stairs.

"Trim get in there and take out the Ginger, Baby Daddy's mine" said Weaver.

"yes sir" said Trim.

Connor pushed himself to his feet and ran away further into the basement. Behind him he heard Trim drop down into the basement. Connor ducked down behind a trolley containing construction tools. Connor looked at the trolley and grabbed a small hammer. He could hear Trim moving carefully towards him. Trim didn't know where he was and was cautiously looking for Connor. Connor raised the hammer up and readied himself. Trim came within view and Connor swung the hammer. Trim reacted with surprising speed. He leapt back dodging the swing. Connor took a step forward and swung another blow with the hammer. Trim dodged again and threw out a kick with his left leg. He kicked out Connor's legs and sent him tumbling to the floor. The hammer went skidding across the ground. Trim tried to go for the hammer, but Connor grabbed Trim's leg and pulled him down. Connor dragged him away from the hammer and threw a right hook at Trim's face. Trim put his arms up to protect himself. The blow was blocked, and Trim kicked out knocking Connor back. Trim rolled over and grabbed the hammer standing up. Connor noticed a plank of wood and grabbed it. He swung the plank hitting Trim's right arm and causing him to yell out in pain. He gripped the hammer and took a swing. The hammer narrowly missed Connor's face any closer and it could have caved in his skull. Connor tackled Trim taking his legs out and knocked the hammer away. Connor pulled out his switchblade from his pocket and tried to plunge the blade into Trim's chest, but Trim caught his arms and held the knife away.

Connor pushed down with all his strength, but Trim was stronger. Slowly the knife was pushed away from Trim. Out of desperation Connor brought his leg up into the air and then driving his knee up into Trim's private parts. Trim let out a yell of pain and his grip slackened. Connor took advantage of this and pushed down with all his strength forcing the switchblade into Trim's chest. Trim let out a scream of pain as he looked at the blade sticking out of his chest. Connor pulled the blade out of Trim's chest before plunging it right back in. Trim let out a long sigh and his body went still. His blood ran down his chest and began to pool around his body. Connor pulled the switchblade out of his chest and drove the weapon into his forehead. Connor twisted the blade around before removing it for the last time. Upstairs Connor could hear a large commotion. He ran around desperately looking for some stairs.

Upstairs

Morgan ran upstairs only to find half the floor was unfinished, he stopped himself right at the edge. He looked down to the floor below. He could just make the groans of Walkers on the floor below him. The drop wasn't too far but there was plenty of pieces of metal littered about. That was not safe. Morgan hid around a corner and heard Weaver come up the stairs.

"where'd ya go Baby Daddy, we're finishing this like you wanted to" said Weaver.

Weaver kept his revolver poised to fire. Morgan noticed a metal pole and picked it up. He waited for Weaver to get close. Morgan saw the gun appear and swung the pole down hitting Weaver in the arm and forcing him to drop the firearm. Morgan took a second swing, but Weaver ducked the attack and grabbed the pole ripping it out of Morgan's grip and throwing it away. Morgan threw a right hook, clocking Weaver in the jaw and sending him stumbling back. Morgan kept it up and landed a left hook. Weaver fired back with a right hand of his own, Morgan felt his vision go blurry from the blow. Weaver attempted another punch, but Morgan ducked down and tried to take Weaver down to the floor. Weaver threw a wild knee hitting Morgan in the chest knocking the wind out of him. Morgan gasped for breath as he felt a fist slam into the back of his head. Morgan fell face first into the floor. Weaver went to throw a kick, but Morgan just managed to see it and rolled out of the way. Morgan leapt to his feet with a burst of energy and shoved Weaver into the wall next to them. Morgan threw a right hook and followed with a left to his gut. Weaver bent over from the blow. Morgan threw another right hook knocking Weaver down. Weaver tried to go for his revolver, but Morgan ran to it and kicked it away across the floor, the gun came to a stop just inches away from the edge of the room. Weaver jumped up and threw out a desperate uppercut and clocked Morgan in the chin knocking him flat. Morgan felt himself go dizzy before hitting the floor. Weaver ran for the gun. Weaver grasped the revolver but before he could aim at Morgan Connor burst in through a second door with a plank of wood and struck Weaver in the back.

"ahh" screamed Weaver.

Weaver swung the gun around and pistol-whipped Connor. Connor felt the blow and stumbled back. Connor felt a trickle of blood run down the side of his face. He aimed the revolver but before he could fire off a shot and kill Connor. He felt something push him. He grabbed whatever it was as he felt himself fall over the edge.

"MORGAN" screamed Connor.

Morgan tackled Weaver before he could fire sending them both over the edge and to the ground below. Connor looked down Morgan had his right arm draped over a limp Weaver; Morgan landed on his front while Weaver landed on his back. Connor lowered himself down and rushed to Morgan's side. As he got closer, he noticed a piece of rebar running straight through Weaver's mid-section and through Morgan's right shoulder.

"shit" said Connor.

Connor ran to Morgan's side and shook him. Morgan's eyes opened.

"you're okay buddy just don't move" said Connor.

"what happened?" asked Morgan.

"you got a piece of metal in your arm" said Connor.

"what, ow" said Morgan he tried to move and felt a pain run through his body.

"alright I'm gonna pull, you ready" said Connor.

Morgan nodded. Connor grabbed Morgan's shoulder and pulled with all his strength. Slowly but surely Morgan's arm came free from the metal. Morgan let out a series of pain filled screams as Connor pulled. Eventually Morgan was free but now there was a small hole in his shoulder.

Weaver's eyes shot open. He gurgled blood from his mouth.

"fucker's I'll kill you" said Weaver,

Weaver tried to move but ended up feeling a searing pain run through his whole body. He looked down to see the rebar in his mid-section.

"it's over Weaver" said Morgan.

"piss off Baby Daddy, I'll fucking get you for this" said Weaver.

Connor noticed the revolver and picked it up. Connor noticed a door. It was the only way out. But he could hear the groans of Walkers on the other side.

"leave him Morgan, he's already dead, let him suffer" said Connor.

"alright, least that's the last of the Smilers" said Morgan.

"fuck you, you better fucking kill me or else I'll fucking come and get you and rip your godamn guts out with my bare hands" shouted Weaver.

"I aint making the same mistake twice, Morgan come to me we're gonna hide behind the door" said Connor.

"alright" said Morgan his voice growing weak as blood fell from his arm.

Connor grabbed the door handle and twisted it pulling the door open, Connor pulled the door close concealing him and Morgan.

As soon as the door was opened four Walkers tumbled inside. The first thing they saw was injured, bleeding Weaver.

"oh god damn it, get back you fucking freaks" said Weaver.

Weaver tried to kick the Walker's, but it only resulted in his body hurting even more. One Walker dropped down grabbing his right leg and tearing into his flesh.

"ahh" screamed Weaver.

The next two Walker's dropped down and started tearing into his body. Somehow Weaver was still alive through all this as chunks of his body was torn off him. The last Walker finally put him out of his misery by tearing into his throat his last scream becoming a gurgle as the skin from his throat was torn away blood spurting out as it ripped into him. The Walker's continued their feasting as Morgan and Connor quietly left the room.

Connor led the way as he spotted an exit.

"c'mon buddy this way" said Connor.

"I'm right behind ya" said Morgan his voice growing weaker with every word.

Connor approached the door and pushed it open.

"you doing okay buddy?" asked Connor.

"don't … worry… about …. It" said Morgan.

Morgan's vision went dark as he collapsed to the floor his breathing growing weak.

"shit, no, no, no" said Connor.

Connor ran towards Morgan and grabbed him trying to drag him out of there.

"c'mon buddy we're getting out of here, we're getting out of here and get to Wellington, you're gonna see Alannah and your daughter again, you gotta get up buddy, MORGAN" screamed Connor as Morgan's eyes stayed shut.

"you saved my ass I aint letting you die here" said Connor.

Connor pushed the door open and dragging Morgan outside. Their next destination unknown. As Connor exited the building, he could see the first drops of snow coming down. Winter was almost upon them. This just went from bad to worse.

End of Chapter 40