updated: typo correction :) 5/19
Chapter Thirty-Nine
(Fin's POV)
"She said if I tell anyone else, if anyone else comes with us; she'll kill me too."
Fuck.
"It's safer in the house, go back."
"I can't!" She's shaking, clearly crying even in the dark.
We're wasting time, with the house dark she might get lost trying to go back anyways… We don't need one more small child out here in the dark with Walkers and Lizzie playing some sick twisted game.
The longer it takes to find Lizzie the greater chance she has to slit Patrick's throat…assuming she hasn't already since she's got to hear us calling for them…
"Carol said we have to be brave."
I could give a god damn right now what Carol has to say, we might not be in this mess if she'd recognized Lizzie for what she was back at the Prison.
"God Damnit Mika," She flinches and I immediately regret my outburst; it's not her fault her sister is a seriously disturbed child. Mika is as much a victim as Patrick; Lizzie's been using more than just Carol to cover her tracks for a long time.
The voices in the darkness get louder. Tyreese's baritone. Carol's calling for her…
I cringe at the noise. She doesn't want to be found, didn't they get that?
…we're not dealing with a lost child, we're tracking a predator.
Fuck, I'm going to regret this
"Stick to my side, or else!" She's steps closer to me, one small hand grabbing onto mine in the dark.
"She said she'd go this way." Her other fingers point around my back. Shifting my direction slightly left. I twist to look down at her small frame.
"You're sure?" She nods violently visible even in the dark.
"You can go back Mika…"
"I can't."
Alright then. I drop her hand and start walking into the dark hear her follow close on my heels, breathing loudly behind me; hand gripping the back of Daryl's shirt against my back.
She stumbles along behind me, bumping against my back occasionally.
I turn when I hear them, shifting our direction in the woods, picking up speed 'til they're in view even through the darkness under the trees.
I didn't even think about looking for them earlier…I should have…maybe it would have saved his life.
Mika lets out a cry behind as I raise my bow to take down the first man hands and face slick black in the moonlight.
"Don't look Mika."
Her face is pressed to my back when I fire, grab a second arrow over my shoulder and drop it right next to my bow breath leaving me in sharp cry a body slamming into me from the darkness with a snarl.
Excruciating white hot pain sears my side, flashes an agonizing red against my eyelids as I hit the ground, twisting trying to get away.
My arms shake, locked around Lizzie's blood slicked skin.
She's nothing more than a pitch black outline against the trees over me, screaming in wordless rage. Her skin is too god damn slick to keep my hold...my fingers slipping; I can't stop the scream when my hands lose their grip on her wrists.
"I'm sorry! Lizzie no!" Mika's broken sobs echo off the trees, fill the darkness blotting out the sounds of the dead tearing what's left of the little boy to shreds.
The sound of snarling grows louder…
We're all going to die out here.
:: Walking Dead ::
Notes: I was going to leave this off 'til tomorrow; but I haven't done a terrible cliffy in a while! ; p
Isn't that a terrible thing to do to you? Well, we're about to jump view points to Daryl so it made more sense to stop here!
Next bit should be up before tomorrows Episode; assuming my small child cooperates with nap time so I can get it out!
Big thanks to all the readers and reviewers and the people who like this enough to fav/follow I didn't realize how many that was until the other day and went; okay need to get this chapter out so people don't go crazy! ;)