Chapter 22
I'll probably have to knock all your teeth out to make that a reality, but we've done it before." He just kept on talking not taking notice of the dark shadow approaching him from behind, but I did.
BPOV
I didn't know whether to be relieved or more worried when Shane's face was lit by a beam of moonlight. The knife he carried glimmered in the darkness as he stepped silently towards an unsuspecting Randall. He never saw it coming; the knife sliced his throat like butter. Blood splattered me once more covering my front and some even splashed on my face. My revulsion to blood was coming back full force as I seemed to get bathed with it today. Shane tossed Randall to the side like a sack of flour and looked at me. He said nothing as he bent down to open the trap as gently as he could. The relief from my leg being free was short lived as the numbness left and the intense pain took over. It wasn't as bad as James snapping my leg like a twig but it still fucking hurt.
Shane was letting me lean on him slightly, seemingly sane at the moment. "Thank you… Thank you Shane" was the only thing that came out of my mouth between panted breaths, trying to control the pain. "Look Bella, I think we started off on the wrong foot…. I let my temper get the best of me because I was dealing with a lot of personal shit. I'm sorry about hitting you. I've been walking around all evening trying to come to terms with the past couple of weeks. I realized that I was just reaching for something that was never supposed to be mine." He mumbled out running his hand through his hair, but not pulling it. When he looked up, his eyes glistened with the pain was feeling. He was being honest and sane; truly sorry for the things he had done. "And Otis… his eyes haunt me every day along with the sound of his screams… But there was no way we were both getting out of there, and I had to save Carl. I really do love that boy. So I used him to slow the walkers enough to get back to the truck, shot him in the knee cap… I go over it multiple times a day, trying to see another way that we could get the supplies back together, but I truly think I made the right decision to save Carl's life." He was pleading with me to understand, and on some level I think I did.
"I think I understand Shane… You do anything for the people you love…" I trailed off, listening to the woods around us. It was silent…too silent. Shane looked around at the same time I did. "Shane, we have to get out of here, there's a herd coming," I told him urgently. He looked confused for a minute and I was worried crazy Shane was going to make a comeback but he nodded and bent down to retrieve my spilled pack from the forest floor, while I looked around for a good walking stick to help me move better. When I found what I was searching for, I looked up… it was already too late. I tried to yell for Shane but Randall had already grabbed him and bit his neck. I scrambled for the knife and stabbed him though the eye. Shane's blood poured out over my cuffed hands as I put pressure on the wound knowing it would do no good. He stared into my eyes and kept mumbling "I'm sorry, so sorry…" while I tried to tell him it was ok. "Don't let me turn, please" he begged me with his last breaths.
I shed a few tears as I drove the knife into his skull. Maybe it was from all the shit that went down today or I really did feel sorry for him; but I didn't have time to analyze that now as I could hear the groans in the distance. I used Shane's blood as lubrication to slip one of the cuffs, glad that my hands were relatively small. I gathered all my stuff, shoving my guns into their holsters, sliding my bow across my chest and putting my knife back on my belt. Then I ran, or tried to run, using my walking stick as a crutch the best I could. When I finally limped my way back to the clearing, the farm was in utter chaos. Part of the herd already made it the farm. I could see what appeared to be Rick on the roof of the farm house, shooting what he could, trying to make a hole to escape out of. He would never succeed as all the dead ones were drawn to noise only surrounding him more.
He needed a distraction, so I would give it. I quickly cut a piece of my cargo pants off, tying it onto the end of my bow. Time to go Dukes of Hazzard on this one, I thought as I lit the end pulling back to fire at the hayloft in the barn. It went up quickly, burning brightly in the night, doing its job. Hershel would have been devastated to see the farm in such disarray. The dead ones were drawn to the flickering light like moths to a flame, giving Rick a fighting chance to make it out of there alive. I was having a tough time fighting off the zombies that noticed me. I started to run/limp my way to the road hoping if Rick got out he would stop to pick me up. Blood drizzled out of my boot as it sloshed around when I started to stumble; feeling exhausted all of a sudden. My vision started to tunnel as I ran along the fence line, stabbing dead ones along the way. There was a few trailing after me, due to me not being much faster than them with my current injury.
My leg finally gave out, no longer able to support my weight, but still I crawled. One of the dead that was behind me caught up but shoved him away with my walking stick. Just as I started to wonder how the fuck Alice thought I'd get out of this, I heard the most beautiful sound, the rumble of Daryl's bike off in the distance. He was alive! I struggled to roll under the fence as my hopes were once again lifted. Maybe I wouldn't be walker chow after all. The dead one I shoved away crawled towards me on the ground as I army crawled the rest of the way under the fence trying to make it to the road. I screamed out in pain as it grabbed my injured foot, kicking its skull in with my good leg. My vision was spotty at best as I lay in the ditch next to the road, watching the zombies reach over the barb wire towards me. A beam of light suddenly crossed my face, and Daryl's voice filled my head "Come on girl! We gotta' go! Bella, MOVE IT NOW!" He screamed at me.
I rolled toward his voice, crawling toward his out stretched hand dragging my bad foot. I heard him murmer "Christ girl!" as he yanked me up. I somehow managed to swing my bad leg over the back of the bike. There was no hesitation with touch this time as he grabbed my arms and wrapped them around him. The last thing I remembered was the purr of the motor as it felt like we flew out of there and being embarrassed after remembering I was half naked.
OOOO Half naked on a motorcycle with Daryl. DPOV next?
Shorter Chapter this time, didn't like leaving you all with a cliff hanger; Sorry, I know everyone wanted it to be Daryl that saved her from Randall but it didn't work out that way.