Survivors: A Walking Dead Story
Chapter 43: The Journey Continuous
Connor stood outside in the snow using some wood to shovel snow and dirt. The cold nibbling at his fingers as he worked. Morgan stayed inside out of the cold. As he dug Connor thought about what they just did, killed a father and son because they could have been a threat. Connor continued to shovel snow as he thought, after a few minutes the graves were dug as best he could. Connor dragged the bodies of the father and son out of the warehouse, as he dragged them, he peered over his shoulder and saw a walker shambling around in the snow. It's body trying to wade through the thick layers of white. Connor dragged the father into the grave and laid him down to rest. After he made sure the body was properly placed, he moved the son in as well, it was crude to bury them both together but, in this condition, he couldn't possibly dig two holes.
The two bodies were properly placed, and Connor began to shovel dirt into the grave.
"I'm sorry this happened to you two" said Connor as he shovelled dirt.
Morgan leaned out of the door as he watched Connor bury them. Neither one spoke as he finished the job. Connor shovelled the last bit of dirt and stepped away from the mound.
"I hope you two are in a better place now" said Connor as he returned to the warehouse.
Morgan returned to the makeshift fire and got warm, the sun outside wasn't long off.
"how are you feeling by the way?" asked Connor.
"I don't know how I'm feeling, it's not every day you shoot a kid" said Morgan with a hint of remorse in his voice.
"thank you for saving my life" said Connor.
"can't lose a friend" said Morgan.
"well if you need to talk to someone I'm here" said Connor.
"so, when are we getting back out on the road" said Morgan.
"right now, we don't wanna waste anymore time here" said Connor.
"we're not far away now, we'll be getting there soon" said Morgan.
"you'll be seeing Morgana and Alannah soon" said Connor packing up his things.
"yeah, I can't wait" said Morgan.
The two of them packed up the last of their belongings, they hated to do it, but they raided Jack's supplies and took everything of use food, ammo and spare clothes. They packed it all into Connor's bag and took their rifles, both of them carried one each. Though Morgan would not be able to use it until his shoulder healed more. They exited the warehouse and passed the grave, Connor looked down at the floor as he moved to avoid looking at it. In the distance Morgan spotted a large number of Walkers heading towards them. Easily more than 20 of them.
"we better get moving" said Morgan.
The two of them took to a jog down the road, they saw the Walkers fade away into the distance. After a few minutes they slowed back to a walk to conserve their energy.
"so, what did you use to do before all this, you know like hobbies and stuff?" asked Connor.
"well Alannah liked to draw things, she was an excellent artist, I liked to write, I was actually in the process of writing a book before all this kicked off" said Morgan.
"really? Never pegged you for an author" said Connor.
"you'd be surprised" said Morgan.
"I would be, I used to play Basketball, I was pretty good at it despite being so short, played in a team when I was in school, stopped as I finished and went to University" said Connor.
"shame would have liked to see you get knocked about by the bigger players at University" said Morgan.
"screw you" said Connor laughing.
As they walked, they passed abandoned vehicles and looked inside out of hope for some supplies.
"so how long exactly until we reach Wellington?" asked Morgan.
"a couple of days at best, we're so close" said Connor.
The snow crunched under their feet as they walked, the time passed slowly, miles travelled, and hours passed. They passed buildings and towns all empty, barely anything enough to stop for. They saw the day pass and night begin to move in, the sun from what they could see through the grey clouds was begging to set in the sky. The air grew colder as time passed; they would need to find shelter soon. They reached another stretch of woods. The trees bare and covered in frost and snow. Connor saw snowflakes fall in front of him as he walked.
"how's the shoulder doing?" asked Connor.
"getting better, it doesn't hurt so much" said Morgan.
"good to know it doesn't hurt after walking so long" said Connor.
Just then Morgan stopped.
"look there" said Morgan pointing in front of them.
Connor looked ahead to see a group of Walkers in the distance, there looked to be about six of them.
"should we take them" said Morgan.
"we could go around; it would be easier" said Connor.
"loud noise would be bad; especially given the fact we'll need to find a place to stay for the night" said Morgan.
The two of them stepped off the path and into the woods where they slowly made their way around the Walkers without being seen, they stepped over bits of tree root as they moved, being careful not to make too much noise. They slowly passed the Walkers who were none the wiser to them. They passed the Walkers and remerged out of the woods onto the path away from the Walkers and continued on their path. As they moved further down the path the Walkers hurt the crunch of footsteps and the squelching sound of a blade hitting flesh and bone could be heard. Connor and Morgan heard none of it over the sound of the snow around them. In no time at all, all six Walkers were down, dark blood staining the snow around the mass of bodies. The person behind this stared into the distance seeing the silhouettes of Connor and Morgan in their right hand a machete blade stained with Walker blood.
The person stepped off the path into the woods as they watched Connor and Morgan walk. As they walked, they noticed blood in the snow.
"more Walkers?" asked Morgan.
"no idea stay on your guard" said Connor readying his rifle.
As they pressed on the more and more blood was visible on the snow, eventually the blood lead to a pile of dead Walkers had to be more than thirty Walkers all piled on top of each other. Their head's all removed.
"who did all this, it seems to be recent?" said Connor.
"I have no idea, but we shouldn't linger" said Morgan.
As they passed the pile of dead Walkers the person from earlier stepped out of the woods still watching them.
"let the hunt begin, I do love a good game" said the Doctor licking his lips.
End of Chapter 43
