I don't own the Walking Dead. I'm not associated with the writers, creators or franchise of TWD. This is just for fun.
This is a short one guys. Don't hate me, but I need it to shift the story in the direction I needed it to go.
Chapter 8
Daryl, Carol, Glenn and Maggie did their best to clear the walkers as they slammed up against the bars. All in all, they were able to kill 10 before they could no longer take them out through the bars. The bodies of the walkers, they had killed, bunched at the bottom of the small barred wall and door. This was causing the other walkers to slip and fall away out of their reach.
Looking over at Carol, Daryl waved her to get back. Concern and worry in his blue eyes. Carol, couldn't and wouldn't, let Daryl dictate what and who she would risk her life for any longer. She wasn't that same fearful and unskilled woman, he seemed to still believe she was, and Carol refused to let him put her back into that category or treat her like that again.
Glenn went to twist the lock open. Whoever had been through here had left the key in the lock. Maybe they had been afraid they wouldn't make it back and wanted others to be able to get back in...or out...Whoever had done that had unknowingly helped them on their mission. Whoever they had been...Daryl hoped they'd made it out and survived.
Daryl stood back with his crossbow raised. His arms tense and slicked with sweat. He should be used to this type of stress, but worrying about Carol raised his anxiety level. He suddenly said noticed that his longer hair was getting in his eyes and getting on his nerves. He should have had it cut, but had run out of time. When this was over, he'd make sure to have Carol cut it. Pushing it aside, he refocused on protecting Carol.
Daryl was ready to take out a few walkers as they came through towards He was ready to get this shit over and done with...the risk wasn't seeming worth it as he looked at Carol. Maggie stood opposite of Glenn ready to take some out at the side. Carol would push through once there was room down the center.
Daryl didn't like this plan. It went against every natural instinct he had, but he didn't have control over Carol. This was her decision and he was forced to respect it.
With a nod to Glenn, Carol braced herself. No guns would be used. The door to the outside was open, and it would only draw more walkers if they were in hearing distance.
There was the sound of a click, and Glenn swung the door open...then all hell broke loose.
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Carol waited a till Daryl's arrows finished flying. She watched Maggie pull a walker out of her path and slam a knife into its brain then went for another. Glenn did the same, stabbing a couple of walkers in the head as they stumbled through.
Carol saw her chance. Stepping over walker bodies, she rushed forward and through the barred door. She could hear the others following closely behind her. Looking to her left, she saw a walker that she recognized as someone from Woodbury. Carol didn't let her thoughts stall on that, she drove her knuckle buster into the forehead of the man.
Spinning to her right, she saw another walker fall at her feet. An arrow protruding from its forehead. Looking, over she saw Daryl guarding her from behind. Spinning back around Carol took out another walker. They hadn't seen the few walkers that had been hovering in the corner.
She could her Maggie grunting from behind. Glenn and Maggie both clearing the other side. Seeing the path open to the door..she ran forward. Just as she was about to slam the door shut...three more walkers came stumbling through, making her fall back onto the ground.
"CAROL!" Daryl shouted seeing the three walkers as lunge and crawled towards Carol.
Carol gasped and rolled over and back up onto her feet. She felt the walkers grasp onto her arm. Another moan near her ear. She felt herself being overcome as she slammed the door shut to the outside.
'At least I'd protected the others...' Carol thought, accepting that her life was going to end.
To be continued...
I'll post a follow up to this tonight...