Ch. 35
AN: Hey guys so I threw something in here for you for Christmas, though I'm not sure how it came up. Featured in this chapter is the very first Lemon that I have written for all of you! Not sure how it is but, I tried! Anyway enjoy Merry Christmas! Review!
"A poor old man, came riding by."
"And we say so. And we know so."
"O, a poor old man, came riding by."
"O, poor old man."
Sam would chant the first line and then the other men would follow up with the next line. During his stay in the Kingdom, the men who had served in the military were found of putting the militia through hikes in the woods. When Sam had first joined they were usually quiet and would only be accompanied by the sounds of their boots.
Sam had gotten tired of that rather quickly and had taught some of the militiamen a few of the old sea shanties that he had learned when he had been in his school's band. It passed the time and made some of the men feel like actual soldiers, if not that then somewhat badass.
"Says I, "Old man your horse will die."
"And we say so. And we know so"
"And if he dies we'll tan his hide."
"O, poor old man."
There were six in the group. Sam himself who had been chosen to lead the small expedition due to the King thinking he was the only one up to scratch and with the necessary experience.
Then there was Darrius. He was an experienced man when it came to fighting; he had been the Kingdom's leading expert on swords and CQC, not to mention he could put pretty much anyone to shame on the range, though Sam knew that the range and combat were two completely different things.
Then there was Ethan, resident sarcastic asshole. Handy with a gun and best with a knife. He and Sam would often be seen together in the Kingdom shooting the shit, and every once in a while playing five finger fillet. The tops of both of their left hands were riddled with small scars and even a few fresh scabs from a few later nights where they had gotten drunk and presumed that they could still perform the dangerous game.
Allen was next. A bit of a religious man, quoted scripture sometimes but he was a good shot, he had been serving with the Kingdom for a while, not to mention he had a bit of experience with fighting. There had been a group of marauders terrorizing the Kingdom before Sam had gotten there and Allen had been a part of the team that had taken them out.
And that team was led by none other than Javier Alvarez, who liked to go by his last name. He had been in the Marines, served for ten years and had several tours in Afghanistan. He was one of the men in charge of training the Kingdoms militia, but both Sam and Ezekiel thought it best for him to join the crew.
The final man was Jacob Edwards. He was seen by himself most of the time and tended to observe rather than interact. That being said he was also bat shit crazy and loved to blow shit up. Rumor around the Kingdom was that he was in the army and that they had discharged him when he had made a makeshift bomb which he kept in the barracks.
"And if he don't I'll ride him again."
"And we say so. And we know so."
"And I'll ride him, 'Til the Lord knows when."
"O, poor old man."
They were marching through the woods just out of sight of the road. The Walkers numbers around the area were thin. Every few miles that they had marched they had stumbled across a group of five or six, but other than that, barren.
"He's dead as a nail. In the lamp room door."
"And we say so. And we know so."
"And he won't come, worrying us no more."
"O, poor old man."
Sam looked down at his map and ran a few calculations in his head. They had been walking for a few days and they had marched ten miles at least every day. If he was right then they were close to a junction in the road where the Saviors were known to cross.
Sam raised his fist and the group stopped chanting and began to march in silence.
"What is it?" Darrius asked.
"We're close. Don't want 'em to hear us if they stopped. Last thing we need is them ambushing us." Sam put the map in his jacket pocket and unslung his rifle from his shoulder and held it in his arms. "You ready for this?"
"What show some sons of bitches the wrong end of a gun? Hell yeah. Richard and me, when the deal was made, we didn't want any of that shit. But he's the King."
Sam nodded and wiped the sweat from his face. "Aye, he's smart, but a bit naive. Thinks that everything's gonna work out with the Saviors. He thought that it'd be perfect forever. No, men like them 'll push and push until they get everything."
"That's why we're gonna go and kill 'em!" Ethan whooped.
"Quiet!" Sam hissed. "You want those shites to know we're here?"
Allen smacked Ethan's head and the group began moving again. There was no engine noise from up ahead. There wasn't a smell of gas in the air or gunpowder and blood so Sam figured that they would be alright to get a bit closer to the crossroads.
They spread out along the tree line, at least five feet between each other. Darrius stood at one flank and Ethan at the other. Alvarez stood at Sam's left while Allen took his right.
Despite the small distance, Sam could hear Allen mumbling prayers under his breath. Sam took a few quick breaths and performed the cross. With any luck they would find the crossroads empty and be able to set up a proper ambush for the Saviors.
They made their way slowly, each step taken at the same time so to avoid the Saviors narrowing in on a certain area should a noise be heard. The trees were beginning to thin out and soon enough the yellow paint on the road could be seen in the distance.
Sam whistled sharply and the group stopped. He raised his hand and held it up so that his ring and middle finger were down. He then moved his pointer and pinkie forward and knelt down. Ethan and Darrius moved forward slowly, their rifles aimed forward while Sam tapped Allen and motioned him toward a climbable tree. With a quick nod the man stood and began scaling it.
Another whistle was heard and Sam saw Darrius raising a thumb up into the air. He tapped Jacob and motioned him forward. The boy sprinted up and then Sam saw him burst out of the cover of the trees and into the center of the crossroads. He set his backpack down and began fiddling with a pressure cooker he had stored in the pack. One thing about the boy's time in the army that Sam was enjoying was that he knew how to make a fucking great bomb.
Alvarez had moved out of the wooded section they were in, opting to go across from the main group and try to catch the Saviors in a crossfire. Sam tapped Ethan and motioned for him to follow which the man did without hesitation.
Sam could see Jacobs's lips moving as he arranged the IED preparing it to blow. Sam couldn't tell if he was singing or talking to himself. The boy was definitely unhinged, but he was good at what he did.
There was a series of whistle coming from the tree Allen had climbed up, and then Sam heard car engines up in the distance. Sam grabbed his flash light and flashed it across the road. Another light flashed and then Jacob whistled before moving out of the road.
Sam angled himself against a tree, getting cover but also a perfect view of the street.
Please Lord make me stronger, faster, and more accurate than my enemy, Sam prayed quickly.
The engine grew louder and louder and Sam's knuckles tightened around the grip of his rifle. This was it, the Kingdoms first strike against the Saviors. If they succeeded then they would fight again, and again. They would weaken the Saviors until the Kingdom could fight them on their own terms. But first they had to make it through this fight.
Jacob stood to Sam's left and Sam lifted his hand just above the boy's shoulder, ready to tap it at a moment. The car got closer and closer. Sam whistled up to Allen who whistled down three times. Three whistles, three cars.
The engines were clear as day and soon enough Sam saw a glint of metal passing quickly followed by another and then another. He tapped Jacobs shoulder and the boy pressed down on the detonator. A burst of flames erupted from the pressure cooker. The bang made Sam's ears ring slightly but then aimed his rifle and looked for a target.
One of the cars was on fire men screaming as they tried to escape the flames. The other two cars stopped and four men piled out of each car rushing to the burning one just hoping to help. Sam lined up a shot and pulled the trigger. A sharp crack sounded thought the air and a man dropped dead as Sam's bullet pierced his body.
Darrius dropped another man and soon a torrent of gunfire descended onto the Saviors. They barely had any time to return fire before most of them were on the floor dead. Two went to take cover on the opposite side of the cars, and that was when Alvarez and Ethan fired. They were quick bursts over as soon as they began. And then, the world was quiet. No birds, no gunshots, Sam even held his breath. As the ringing in his ears went down, Sam lowered the rifle.
"Clear?" He shouted to Alvarez.
"Clear!"
"Coming out!"
They met at the burning car. The smell was burning flesh and metal with blood and gunpowder.
"Well shit," Ethan said as he stepped over a body. "They went down easy."
"We ambushed 'em," Sam said quickly. "It's not this easy. We jus' took 'em by surprise is all. Get the ammo, we'll take a car, find a place to spend the night."
"The bodies?" Darrius asked. "They'll turn."
Sam nodded. "Let 'em. We need a message. Decent people would put 'em out, we aren't supposed to be."
Alvarez and Darrius nodded. "You got it boss."
The rain pounded the earth with vengeance. Sam could feel each fat drop pound his head soaking his hair and clothes. He could feel the water rolling down his face and into his beard.
"Come on! We don't get there on time one of us is gonna get the iron!"
"You mean you will! It's your fault that we're running late."
"Fuck you Davis! That fucking Hilltop prick couldn't get a word right if he fucking tried."
"He tries that again just punch the fuck."
Sam pulled the trigger and the crack of the rifle sounded like thunder in the storm. One of the men dropped dead and the remaining six. Took cover behind their vehicles.
"Where's it come from?"
"It had to be high! Check the fucking trees!"
Sam whistled out a series of notes. Da Da Da Doooooooo Do! The call came from another part of the forest surrounding the road.
"Shit! Is it them?"
"Fuck!"
Another crack and Sam could see the rainwater caring the blood away. Several of the men fired blindly into the trees before ducking down and reloading. Sam raised his left fist and opened and closed it rapidly.
A canister rolled up to the Saviors and soon a large amount of smoke enveloped then. Sam slung his rifle and drew his sword. Darrius met him halfway and together they crept into the smoke side by side.
Abandoned gas stations seemed to be a small hub to certain Saviors. While the outposts were main bases, gas stations did have an appeal to the traveling Saviors. Specifically the group led by Little Timmy.
He wasn't going to lie; he was a big deal in the Saviors. While most belonged to either the Sanctuary or an Outpost Little Timmy was free to go out and claim tribute from anyone that he found and bring it back.
"Stevie! Bring me the map now!" Timmy asked as he and his men lounged on their bikes. Steve rose from his bike and walked over to Timmy with the map.
Timmy gripped it and then a bang was heard and blood splattered in his face and Steve fell to the floor. More shots went off and his men began to drop.
Shit! Shit! Shit! Timmy gripped the map and tried to wipe the blood off only to stain it more.
"Alright! Come on T, I got-"
The last bike fell with a precise shot to the head from Allen. They collected the ammo and began to search the bodies for maps and the like. Ever since they had begun their crusade, Sam had been trying to find bigger targets than patrols, but luck seemed to escape him in that regard.
Saviors always seemed to be protective of the maps, ensuring their destruction before they were killed. Sam was sure to see the map before they killed the men. He walked to the biker with the map and looked it over.
Sanc- Sam could read before the blood stains blocked out the rest. Ou-st 3. Library Group. Hi-op. The blood kept many of the names and location hidden, but there was one that stood out to Sam. Library Group.
Sam knew that there were other groups that served the Saviors. The Kingdom was good friends with the Hilltop and regularly traded for spears and swords that they manufactured. But more? That was definitely something he could check out.
"Sam, the bikes?" Ethan asked as he mounted one.
"What?"
"Think about it, more maneuverable than a car, plus if we're going for intimidation, this is it!"
Sam eyed the bikes and then his hand gripped one of the handle bars, and he smiled. "Pick the one you want boys."
He was back in the prison. This one was new. Usually he was in the funeral home, but today he was going way back. The cell was the same as when he had left. A comfortable bed, a roof and curtains that provided semi-privacy.
Beth walked through them and Sam could feel a smile come onto his face. Dreams were always so much better than hallucinations.
"What are you doing here?" Beth asked.
Sam remembered the day. Sasha had wanted to go on a run, so she had taken Sam place on one, leaving his day blissfully free.
"Day off. Thought I would read a bit," Sam motioned to the book that was in his lap.
"Really now? You have the day off and we have the cell block to ourselves and you wanted to read?"
"Well, you see I..." Sam had never been the best when it came to speaking in the subject of sex. He was nervous and awkward. Beth on the other hand was perfectly fine speaking about it, hell she was the one that had initiated their first time.
"Strip." She orders as she closed the curtains and tied them so that they wouldn't open.
"Yes ma'am."
(Lemon Attempt)
When they had both stripped Beth had practically pounced on him slamming his back up against the bed as she smashed her lips onto Sam's. He broke the kiss and latched his mouth to her neck and lightly bit down making her let out a moan.
Beth pushed him down and then positioned herself over Sam's manhood. Sam took a breath in anticipation as she slowly lowered herself into him. They both moaned together as he entered her and Beth leaned down to kiss him.
She began to rock back and forth and Sam took the moment to take one of her nipples in his mouth and begin to suck on it making Beth moan again. His hips rose slightly thrusting into her.
Sam brought Beth down again and kissed her again she began to pick up the pace at which she was moving her hips and when they broke the kiss Sam whispered. "I love you."
Beth smiled and then let out a soft moan, "I love you too."
He felt his orgasm coming and his breath began to shudder just as Beth's walls began tightening around him.
(Lemon Attempt Over)
Sam opened his eyes and he was back in the woods with a bit of a problem. The others were still asleep so he got up and walked in the opposite direction of where Alvarez was keeping watch.
Stupid fucking dream, Sam thought to himself bitterly as he pressed his back onto a tree and slipped his hand down his pants. He paid no attention to the Walker that was trapped under a fallen tree nor the rising sun that turned the sky a nice shade of pink. He especially didn't pay attention to the sign that said Alexandria….. 15 miles.
AN: Hey guys! So how'd I do on that lemon? It's not the best but, hey I'm trying. That was my Christmas present to you guys so I hope you enjoyed it and have a great Christmas or whatever it is that you celebrate! Please Review! ~Pacco1