The Walking Dead: Fight for Survival
Chapter 3: massacre
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The next morning, Pete had woken everyone up nice and early and woke everyone to get a move on for a new day. The rest of the group stayed behind in the cabin while Pete led Nick and Lee down towards the river where this fish traps were supposed to be.
To be safe, Lee handed his rifle over to Carley and exchanged it for her Glock 17 since he had more experience with pistols and the fact they carried more ammunition. But he did not expect anything to go wrong, and even if they encountered trouble, Pete and Nick both were armed with a Winchester Model 70 each.
Lee and Pete continued to make conversation with each other while they were walking through he woods together, but as for Nick, he had stopped for a moment to take a piss upon a tree, and they both decided to continue out without him.
"So Lee, how is it you made your way all out here?" Pete inquired in a polite tone, but kept his eyes focused towards the path they were walking down.
"We found a survivor a few weeks back, and he got bit, but he told us about a place called Wellington." Lee answered, shifting his eyes towards Pete's rifle when he raised his rifle slightly. "We thought we would try and head there. We were with others, but...You know..."
"It's a tough world out there." Pete admitted, turning sidewards as he carefully slid in-between a gap between barbwire fences. "I got to ask, how old is Clementine?"
"She's eleven...At least I think so." Lee replied, unable to keep count of how many days had passed since the events of Savannah.
Pete continued making his way down towards the river while telling Lee a funny yet shocking story about his nephew. "She was around Nick's age when I first took him hunting. We came across this beautiful buck just standing there. The boy aims his rifle just like I taught him, he had a great shot, but then I hear him start wining, "I can't do it, I can't do it, Uncle Pete, please don't make me shoot it."."
Lee chuckled slightly at Pete's voice when he tried to mimic Nick when he was a kid. But Lee did have to admit it would be tough for a little kid, but he still found it to be quite a funny story. "Man, I don't believe that."
"Hey!"
The duo stopped in their tracks and shifted their attention back towards the way they came where Nick came running down with his rifle clutched in his grip. He panted a couple of times when he finally caught up, and demanded an explanation to being ditched. "Why didn't you wait?"
"You want us standing around while you take a piss on a tree? You know where the river is, Nick." Pete replied, ignoring his nephew and resuming his way down towards the path, continuing his story to Lee. "Anyway, so I go to grab the gun out of his hand, and then BOOM! Boy nearly gut shot me, and of course the buck got away."
Nick angrily glared towards his uncle with a hateful expression, suspecting his uncle was trying to make him look like an idiot again. "Why are you telling him this for?"
"Maybe because you almost shot him yesterday?" Pete suggested, recalling to the previous day as he stopped walking again, knowing there was going to be an argument between them both. "Maybe I'm just trying to show you're not a happy-go kinda gun."
Nick assumed his uncle was just trying to embarrass him again like he did in the past, and he was not willing to just let him get away with it. "Why are you always trying to give me a hard time?"
"Because you give everyone else a hard time." Pete quickly responded, showing a normal expression across his face as they argued.
"I apologized to them last night. Lee and Carley accepted." Nick assured.
"Okay, well I didn't know that." Pete replied.
Lee decided to not get involved between the two since they were family, and nowadays, it was important that family always get along no matter what because family was important now. Heck, it must be the most important thing in this world. He sensed the situation and was about to say something in an attempt to defuse the situation, but was not quick enough.
"Leaving us again?" Pete inquired, followed be a sight in annoyance since he wished Nick would just grow up and stop acting like a little kid.
Nick began to storm off and shoved past the two, not daring to look back towards them with a hateful expression across his face. "I don't need you, Pete, I know where the fucking river is!"
Pete shook his head to both sides for a moment before continuing his way back towards the river whilst continuing the rest of the story to Lee, even despite the fact Nick was frustrated by it. "Anyway, I managed to catch that same buck a little while later and brought it back to my sisters. Nick didn't speak to me for weeks. Sometimes, you got to do the hard thing, even if it means hurting those you love. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I hear you." Lee assured, thinking back to most of the things he did in the past like killing that senator who slept with his wife, helping Duck rather than Shawn, and remembering that woman who got bit and wanted nothing more than to end her suffering. "Nick doesn't hate you though. In this day and age, everyone's just worried, and you got to remember, family is important nowadays."
Pete took note of what the younger man just said, realizing he was right about some of the words he just spoken towards him. "You're right, Lee. You see, Nick's father was not around much, and even when he was, he was nothing but an asshole, so I thought it was more responsible to raise the boy up properly, and I couldn't just be nice-"
"Uncle Pete!" Nick called out to his uncle from a distance, and at the same time, finishing his sentence for him without even knowing.
Lee and Pete made haste and began running towards the river front when hearing Nick calling out to them. Both of them raised their weapons up, suspecting he maybe saw a horde of walkers nearby. When they arrived, Lee and Pete stood beside Nick and what caught their eyes next left them shocked.
Multiple corpses were scattered across the entire area, bullet holes shot in different parts of their bodies and blood smeared across their bodies and dripping towards the ground. It was massacre, but the question of who did this was yet to be answered.
"All of them are full of bullet holes." Pete declared, stating the obvious as he carefully hoping over one of the corpses since some of them may not be dead, dead. "Check their bodies for ammo. I only got two shots left."
Lee was shocked to see what had happened here, feeling somewhat like he was going to throw up. He glared over the other side of the river, seeing more corpses on the other side. "There are more of them over there, guys." he said, gesturing his arm over towards the other side of the river.
Pete followed to where he was pointing, seeing the corpses on the other side of the river. "Let's go and check it out. Nick, you stay here. Lee, you search the middle part. I'll go over there."
Lee followed him over the river, but as for Nick, he did not agree with this plan at all, and was worried that whoever did this might still be lurking around. "What are you both doing?! We got to get out of here!"
"Nick, stay calm!" Lee ordered, sensing he was getting worried.
"I don't like this." Nick admitted, raising his rifle up and beginning to scan the area cautiously, fearing trouble was about to happen. "We need to get out of here!" he called out to the older men.
"Nick, when are you doing to realize?" Pete inquired, turning back towards him with an annoyed expression across his face.
"What, that you're both crazy, and that you're an asshole?" Nick inquired, groaning slightly under his breath.
"That nobody is going to care if you like something or not!" Pete clashed; again, wishing his nephew would just grow up and begin acting like an adult rather than the young kid who once almost shot him. "You got to grow up, son."
Nick merely groaned in frustration and turned his back towards his uncle. He began searching some of the corpses though nevertheless, but if he did find ammo, he would have most likely taken the ammo for himself.
Lee stood in the middle area of the river where he spotted more corpses around the area. He kept his attention focused on the one that had reanimated into a walker and was now trying to reach out towards Lee for a fresh meal, but a spear impaled his stomach kept him from getting up.
"Poor fucker." Lee mumbled to himself, decided that he should put this walker out of its misery and end its suffering. He held his foot against his strength to keep him down while he grabbed onto the spear and pulled it out from its stomach. He grunted as he slammed the spear down directly into the walker's forehead, killing it instantly.
Now that he was not going to be walking anywhere again, Lee knelt down and checked it's corpses for anything useful, but all he found in its pockets were a few bucks and money did not matter anymore. He stood up to full height and another corpse caught his attention in the corner of his eye, and his curiosity got the best of him.
He marched over towards the corpse that still seemed moving but it did not look like it was snarling. Instead, it looked like it was breathing still. Lee got to the other side of the walker and was shocked to see the man was still alive. He looked Caucasian-American, around his middle thirties, and had longish black hair with a moustache.
Lee felt somewhat sympathy for this man and did want to help him, but there was nothing he could do and this man was going to die. He took note of the man still being conscious and even tried to communicate with him. He knelt down to him, nudging his arm slightly. "Hey, what happened? Can you hear me?"
The man merely groaned and spat blood out from the inside of his mouth. He struggled to get his words out to this completely stranger, but he was too weak to speak properly. "Uh...Uhh...W...Wa...Water..."
Lee noticed the word "water" in his sentence, assuming he needed a drink. He shook his head slightly in response. "Sorry, I don't have any water, man. Now do you remember what happened?"
The man tried his best to respond, but he was too weak from blood loss, and slowly, he began to close his eyes, unable to communicate any further though he did not say much. Lee shook his shoulder in an attempt to wake him back up.
Lee suddenly bolted up in an act of panic when hearing a scream nearby, followed by a gunshot. He shifted his attention over towards the side of the river where Pete was investigating, and the older man had jumped back when a walker had suddenly appeared from the ground that he was able to shoot. "Argh!"
"Pete!" Lee called out to him, and was even prepared to charge over to assist him.
Nick panicked when hearing his uncle scream and shouted out to him from the other side of the river. "Uncle Pete!"
"I'm fine! Just lost my footing!" Pete assured, panting slightly as he was shocked to the sudden attack, but unfortunately for him, that was not the only problem he had to worry about. He closed his eyes and mumbled to himself. "Dammit! God-dammit!"
Lee arched an eyebrow to why he was so upset if he had managed to shoot the walker. He looked down near Pete's leg, and his eye widened when he noticed a bite mark at the bottom of his right leg. "Holy shit!" Lee gasped, realizing there was nothing he could do to save him.
Before anyone could even blink, growling and snarling noises echoed from the trees where multiple walkers emerged from the woods on both sides. Gunshots were fired from the other side of the river by Nick, whom called out to the duo as he continued firing as many shots as he could towards the walkers surrounding him. "Shit, lurkers!"
Pete raised his rifle too and fired at the closest walker, but when he pulled the trigger again, he discovered he was out of ammo. "Shit, I'm out of ammo! Both of you get over here!"
"I'll cover you!" Nick assured, thinking it was safer for his uncle and friend to come their way instead. "I got ammo!"
"Dammit, Lee, Nick, get over here, now!" Pete ordered, knowing there was not as many walkers on his side, and this gave them more of the chance to escape.
Lee constantly turned towards both men, trying to decide who he should go with. He looked towards Pete, and confirmed he was right about his side being safe, but he also knew Pete was bitten. Nick's side was clearly not safe at all, but Nick was still armed with ammunition and it was the way they came from, but then again, Nick was not exactly the greatest marksmen in the world.
Running out of time on trying to decide who to help, Lee pulled out his Glock 17 and charged towards where Pete was standing as fast as he could go. For someone who is now thirty-nine-years-old, he still was able to run like an athlete.
Pete waved his arm out to both men, calling out to them as loud as he could. "Come on! Come on!" he suddenly panicked when a walker tackled him down against a nearby boulder when he was not looking. He placed his good leg upon the walker's stomach in an attempt to hold it back. "Jesus!"
Lee raised his weapon up when seeing Pete fighting with the walker, knowing he was going to have to shoot now or he would be devoured by walkers. He fired two shots, one hit the walker in the shoulder, but the second shot hit the walker in between its eyes, killing it instantly.
"Pete, you okay!?" Lee inquired; taking his hand and helping him stand back up despite him being bit right now.
Pete did not have the time to answer and already, he feared for his nephew's safety. He looked over towards the other side of the river where Nick had not listened to him and continued to fire his remaining rounds towards every walker nearby. Lee sure wished he brought his Browning Automatic Rifle Safari with him now. "Nick!"
Lee panicked as he raised his Glock 17 and fired multiple shots towards the horde of walkers coming towards him. He looked over to the other side of the river where he could see the other man was fighting over walkers by using his rifle as a melee weapon. "Shit! We got to help him!"
Pete agreed, and attempted to run over towards his nephew, but his bitten leg made this difficult. Lee continued to cover him by firing his Glock 17 towards the walkers emerging from the woods.
"Nick, hold on!" Pete yelled, limping as he tried to get to the other side of the river to help his nephew. "Nick!"
On the other side of the river, Nick froze for a moment as the walkers were standing only a couple of feet away from him. He had no ammunition left and wouldn't be able to fight them off forever. In an act of panic to escape, Nick turned around and ran back into the woods to evade the horde of walkers, hopefully heading back towards the cabin.
"God-dammit, Nick!" Pete called out to him for a second time, yelling at the top of his lungs, but it was no use and his nephew had vanished into the woods.
"We can't help him! We got to go!" Lee ordered, grabbing his arm as he leaded them both into the woods, and hopefully, they could outrun the horde of walkers chasing them.
Pete did not want to leave, but he had no choice if he wanted to survive a little longer. He followed Lee into the woods, limping as fast as he could in an attempt to outrun the walkers that was easy in the past, but with his bite and his old age, Pete was not as quick as he use to be.
They both prayed they were going to make it out of this okay, and hoped Nick was going to be okay on his own. It sure was not going to be easy to lose the horde of walkers chasing them and get back to the cabin in one peace.
After a few minutes of running through the woods of Carolina, Lee and Pete tried to keep quiet for as long as they could as walkers could be heard banging against the door from the outside. After they were separated from Nick near the river, the duo was forced to run away and was now hiding in a cigarette truck in an attempt to avoid the pursuing walkers.
Lee grunted as he and Pete locked the door hard enough to make sure it could not been opened at all. Sure, the van was made out from hard steel, but after all, there was nothing wrong with being extra careful.
"That ought to do it." he declared, leaning his back against the inside of the truck wall, panting a couple of times. "Jesus, Nick..."
"What are we going to do?" Lee inquired, sitting down on the opposite side of Pete.
"Not sure." Pete replied, scanning the inside of the truck for anything useful. "I'm just worried about Nick. He's out there somewhere."
"He got away. I'm sure he knows his way back to the cabin." Lee reassured him.
"Maybe, I don't know. God-dammit, Nick." Pete mumbled quietly to himself, nodding his head side-to-side for a moment. "Couldn't just listen to me, could he? If he did, we'd all be in the back of this truck now."
"I'm sure he's fine." Lee replied, standing up so she could go and investigate the truck they were in for anything useful, knowing they may be in here for a while. He looked towards Pete's leg, only just remembering he had been bitten. "Pete, you know you've been bit."
"I know, I ain't stupid." Pete assured, groaning slightly as the unbearable pain of the infection shot through his leg. He looked towards the stacked selves, and spotted something useful that may, just may be able to save his life. "Pass me that hacksaw."
Lee hesitated for a moment to do so, but nevertheless, he obeyed his request and handed him the hacksaw. Pete clutched the hacksaw tight in his grip, knowing what had to be done if he wanted to live. But then again, what if the infection had already spread into his body? He did not know, but for the sake of his nephew, he had to try.
Pete groaned whilst preparing to cut off part of his leg, but then changed his mind all of a sudden and threw the hacksaw away. "Forget it! I would bleed to death before anyone would find us!"
"You think they are looking for us?" Lee inquired.
"Not sure, but I ain't going to make it, Lee." Pete replied, deep down, he was afraid he was going to die from the infection, and worse, he would never see his nephew again.
"I'm going to have a look around." Lee said, changing the subject for a moment as he stood up and made his way over towards the driver and passenger seats.
"Sure." Pete replied, not seeming too bothered about what he was doing. He was too sad that he may not see his nephew again. Sure, his nephew may be an idiot, but the point is, he was his idiot to take care of. After Nick's mother had passed on, Pete made a vow to her that he would protect Nick and be with him no matter what. Pete was so close to death now, and there was nothing he could do the prevent that.
Pete sighed when Lee had returned, and shifted his attention back to the doors when he could hear the walkers banging as hard as they could on the outside. "Bastards ain't lettin' up."
"You think they will get in?" Lee inquired, worried that if he tried to escape, they would easily get him, but also worried if he stayed too long, Pete would reanimate and then he would be trapped in there with him.
"Not sure. Doubt it, though." Pete admitted, trying to get himself comfortable after he suspected they were going to be here for a while. "Better get comfy, Lee. Looks like we're going to be in here for a while."
Lee did not like this idea he was suggestion, and folded his arms together as Pete laid down against the cold metal ground, resting his head in his right arm. He also feared if he went to sleep, he might not wake up if Pete does change. "That's it? We just going to sit here?"
"Would you rather go out there?" Pete inquired, shutting his eyes as he tried to get some sleep, but found it was going to be difficult since the walkers were still trying to get inside, and the thought of him turning into a walker sent fear down his spine.
"Point taken." he replied, sitting himself against the back of the driver's seat, trying to get some sleep for a while to pass the time. Before long, Lee felt himself getting tired, too, and could no longer keep his eyes open for long.
He drifted off to sleep in a matter of seconds, despite the many walkers banging against the truck door outside. Before drifting off, he prayed Pete would not turn into a walker and take a bite out of his neck while he was sleeping.
Lee and Pete have been separated from Nick, and now they are both trapped after being surrounded by the horde of walkers. Let us hope they can escape and get back to the cabin before either Pete reanimate into a walker or the walkers outside somehow get in.