Chapter Seventy-Three
(Fin's POV)
Please God no…not Carl.
I see him, they're everywhere blocking him in against the cars, too many of them, no way out…
Daryl's all but holding Rick up beside me, struggling to keep him on the roof, keep him alive.
He goes down to his knees dragging Daryl with him... Rick is screaming… they're both screaming…
But all I can hear is my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
Air roaring in and out of my lungs.
Carl goes down…
Rick roars like a wounded animal
Just listening to the sound is Agony to my whole body…
My chest contracts.
This is it.
I know what I have to do.
I don't even know if he hears me say it over the sound of Rick's tortured bellow. But if I don't say the words out loud now he'll never hear them…
I'll never have the chance again.
I grab his shoulder in one hand press the words right to his ear and then I can't see him anymore because I'm off the rusted camper roof leaping over the heads of the Walkers pressed to its side making desperate grabs for their feet I'm on the asphalt dropping onto the hot pavement feeling it scorch my skin.
I roll up already running; some part of me registers Michonne and Tyreese bolting out of the vehicle that just arrived on the overpass. Michonne taking out three Walker's with her sword, running towards me. I pump my arms faster push the muscles in my legs as hard as I can, my lungs burning like the back of my neck in the hot sun.
Michonne is yelling at me to stop; hand outstretched to grab my arm but she's too late. Her fingers close over open air.
My palms are already pressed flat on the concrete barrier as I launch myself over the wall.
Down into the horde.
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