Hey all! Sorry for being soooo slow with posting new chapters. TWD TV show has been getting on my last nerve so inspiration has been slow. But hopefully I'm back in the swing of things.
Courtgirl26 – this story is not ending anytime soon! Rick still has some sucking up to do.
Shadowed breath – I love Daryl so I had to show him love in my story.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The silence was deafening until great big kabooms rocked the ground; and walkers and people alike shook from the vibrations. Before the chaos, families and young couples had walked out of their homes to enjoy the beautiful, star filled night. They gasped at each other, happy to be alive. They were in the presence of nature. A nature that was so familiar to their old lives. In its power and wonder, they were convinced God had not abandoned them. Because otherwise, how could He create such a beautiful vision? But it was the wonder of the horizon that provided a perfect backdrop for terror.
It had started with the death of one of their own and it quickly spiraled out of control. One death became two. Two became five and five became a legion of the undead quietly picking off the complacent town. Maybe it had been instinct, maybe it had been a faint memory of when they were alive but the walkers moved with precision towards the vulnerable.
A small fraction ambled down the darkly lit winding streets until they came to a halt. The faint whispers of music flowed from a home to the streets below. They cocked up their ears, their growls of excitement increased as they were drawn to the noise. The group landed at an elegantly carved door knocker in the shape of a lion. They looked on in fascination at its arcs and bends, caressing it reverentially. The caressing of the knocker turned to loud and heavy pounding on the door behind it. The sheer weight of walkers broached the door easily. In a macabre type of delight, the walkers stepped over each other, clawing in joy that their journey was not impeded.
In the hallway of the breached home, the pasta lady stood and shivered in fright. As they rushed towards her, she didn't scream. The shock of finally seeing the new world was enough to end her. But before this could, the walkers descended and tore at her frail, weathered flesh. The circle of the undead around her, ripped into her limbs. Flesh removed from bone. Blood spurted. The sounds of chewing reverberated around the space. The walkers fought over her limbs. They bathed in her blood and joyously descended on every kernel of her being until the pasta lady was nothing but a bloody pile of bones on the floor.
Greg woke up to his own screams. He had been keeping watch at a new tower the town had built, the purpose of which was to view intruders coming from the east whilst the old tower provided a perfect backdrop against those coming from the west. The facade was still in production, a rudimentary platform with no physical barrier apart from its being 8ft above the ground. But the platform was not high enough.
The walker's hand ripped through Greg's ankle like butter. It snapped its mouth in anticipation of eating the hard worked for flesh. Greg screamed and thrashed wildly but the walker had a good grip on both legs. Slowly, it pulled at the victims legs towards its gnashing mouth. Greg was the first human taste the walker had had. The pleasure from the sensation incensed the walker and he bit at the sole of Greg's feet, chomping on the hardened skin. Greg screamed in terror, lost grip of the platform siding and was fully pulled off the edge by his tormentor. Greg would never fall asleep on duty again. He would never be again. He was dinner.
Eugene ran with perfect posture. His arms where fully extended down the length of his body. His eyes darted to and fro as he navigated around the walkers. Sure they saw him and inched towards his position but Eugene wasn't stopping. Oh no, he wasn't. He had a mission to fulfill.
Eugene was a strange man with a righteous mullet. He knew his eccentricities where quirky at best and downright nutty at worse. He knew his tendency to creep around and watch the ladies wasn't his best personality trait; or as Tara had said it, his raper face was not going to help him get the cooch. As vulgar as that comment was, he couldn't help but agree with Tara. He had never had much luck with ladies but the zombie apocalypse could be the making of him. The ladies didn't have a lot choice these days, unless they fancied getting down with a corpse.
But this was beside the point. Eugene was running to save the day. His great strides tore up the length of the town and he could see his destination – the town bell. Because he was not a fighter, Eugene didn't have the guts to draw the walkers' attention to awake the town to the horror. But his logical mind came to the next best thing. Eugene was out of breath and panting heavily by the time he go to the town bell, situated in the centre of the ceremonial gardens. The bell had been erected in 1860 to commemorate something or other. Normally Eugene would have read the plaque then hit the history books to get the real story. He shook his head in disappointment that he didn't have time to go through his normal ritual. As the walkers raided in packs, still undiscovered by the majority of Alexandrian's, Eugene rang the bell.
Michonne woke up from her position on the bed. The warmth and weight of the chenille comforter swaddled Michonne like she was a child. She sighed and smacked her lips, rolling restlessly in the bed. She was having a lovely dream. Scratch that, she was having a sex dream about Mr Grimes. He had already stripped her bare and he finally going to give her the pleasure he had been teasing her with for so long.
"Michonne, turn the alarm off will you? I don't want Judith to wake." Rick said as he pressed light, whisper kisses down her naked neck to the curve of her shoulders.
What alarm was Rick talking about? All she could think of was how good it felt to….
"Michonne, wake up. The town bell has been rung. We must have trouble." A gentle hand grabbed her shoulder and shook it lightly. Michonne opened her grainy eyes and looked towards the hand rubbing her awake. She rose up with a start and looked over to see her bed companion. In the darkness of the room, she could only make out a masculine figure.
"We need to go Mich!" Jamie said urgently as he rose from the bed and quickly put on his clothes.
"What the hell?!" thought Michonne has she sprang into action, clothed herself, grabbed her katana and ran towards the fray.
Ooohhh so Michonne is having naughty dreams about a Mr Grimes but is in bed with a Boris Kodjoe lookalike? How is she going to get out of this? And who else is going to get bit…..read the next chapter to find out!