Liam felt his heart crack more when the gunshot filled the air, adding to the symphony of gunshots. Liam flinched with the loud explosions and gunshots, people screaming when the bullets tore through their skin. The large tank in the middle of the battlefield began to roll towards the prison's fences, where walkers leaned against.
The ginger glanced over his shoulder, seeing several walkers staggering through the ferns and underbrush. Liam spun around and aimed his M4 towards the small pack of eight walkers. One particular walker, the closest, gnashed its teeth towards the teen. Liam aimed the M4 towards it, and pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed the head. Liam pulled the trigger again, killing the walker.
"I can't stay here," Liam muttered to himself. "The only escape route is into the battlefield, though." Liam pursed his lips as the walkers slowly began to close around him, forming a semi-circle. Liam cursed as he eyed every walker. The seven walkers would definitely kill him - he wasn't that good at survival and shooting walkers.
He was just damn lucky, and his luck would probably run out.
I'm not dying here.
Liam cursed, again, and spun on his heel. He dove through the ferns, landing on the grass on the battlefield. Bullets cut through the air, slicing the wind like a knife. Liam stood quickly and began sprinting towards the Governor's allies. If he had to pick sides, he would fight with the Governor.
The Governor was sauntering behind the tank as the massive machine destroyed the front gate of the prison. The cowboy figure - Liam assumed it was Rick, the leader - had taken shelter behind something. The prisoners stood at the top of the gravel pathway, shooting at the tank. Sporadically, the enigmatic soldiers for the Governor would fall, being killed by the bullets of the enemy.
Liam sprinted towards the group of soldiers being sheltered by the tank. The tank shot its massive explosive towards the prison, striking a building that looked similar to a church. Liam flinched at the sound of shattering glass and broken bricks. People screamed with anger and pain as more bullets and gunshots filled the air.
The prisoners began to scatter as the tank grew closer towards the gate that would open into the prison. Liam glanced over his shoulder, seeing walkers appear from the wood-line. Liam cursed and looked forward, seeing an older man holding an assault rifle. He was firing the automatic rifle until something pierced his skull, sending blood and brain onto the gravel.
Liam yelped as something sharp pierced his calf. Liam crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain. The Governor, who was now fist fighting with Rick, was too busy to notice the death of his soldiers. Liam grabbed his M4 and assisted himself to stand and regain his position amongst the soldiers behind the tank.
Liam limped as he noticed a blonde teen run away with an older woman, who sported brown, short hair. There was an African man shooting towards the tank, and another man, with a biker jacket with torn sleeves and long, brown, sweaty hair killing walkers. More prisoners scattered as people around Liam fell to the pavement of the prison.
Blood was everywhere, like the despondent screaming of the wounded. Walkers were drawing closer towards the prison, and Liam stood amongst the prison battlefield, holding his assault rifle.
I need to find somewhere to hide!
Liam quickly noticed an open door several yards away, however, he would have to limp quickly through the battlefield. It was either risk his life, or lose it. Liam shook his head and began limping towards the door quickly. He crouched down, hoping no one would aim towards him. His calf screamed with pain, but adrenaline muffled the screaming.
Liam dove into the doorway. He laid in the doorway as more screaming filled the air, along with shouting. Liam stood quickly and looked around.
He was inside a prison block, standing amongst several prison cells. The gunshots and shouting were still audible, but they seemed distant now. Liam groaned as he looked down at his legs. On his right leg, blood drenched his pant leg. Liam bit back tears as he reached towards the bloodiest part of the pant leg. Liam touched around the wound, and screamed with pain.
"Holy shit!" he screamed as he fell onto his backside, pain filling his body. He sat in the empty cell block, holding his wounded leg like a child. Liam looked around as tears formed in his eyes.
This was a horrible idea.
Liam groaned in pain as he looked at his M4; he had several shots left in the magazine, which could keep him alive. His hatchet wouldn't protect him against armed people. Liam muttered several curse words as he looked at his bloody fingers.
"Why am I such an idiot?" he muttered quietly.
"Who the hell are you?" someone groaned with animosity.
Liam shot a glance towards his left, seeing another teen holding a rifle. It was a muzzleloader. The teen had long brown hair, and was wearing simple cloths - jeans, a flannel, and an undershirt. There was a cowboy hat placed neatly on his head. The muzzleloader was aimed towards him.
Liam looked at him with scared eyes. "Please, don't kill me! I'm a simple bystander in this!"
"I saw you with the Governor!" the enigmatic teen hissed. "You're nothing but a murderer and a monster!"
"I didn't kill anyone!" Liam retorted.
"I wouldn't lie if I were you - there's a gun pointed at your face," the teen growled.
Liam gritted his teeth. "I didn't do anything! I was escaping from some walkers and I found myself behind that tank."
"Bullshit,"
"It's the truth!" Liam exclaimed. "I wouldn't lie to you, even though I don't know who you are."
"You don't need to know who I am," the teen said with venom. "Now, do you have any last words."
"Please, don't kill me," Liam pleaded. "I know you're not a killer, dude - you don't have to kill me!"
"You're an enemy; I have to defend my home from enemies, and I have to kill you to make sure you won't come back."
"Please, I'm just looking for my uncle!"
"He's probably dead," the teen growled.
Liam pursed his lips and looked away. Uncle Abe probably is dead.
"Are you wounded?" the teen asked.
"Yes," Liam said without much emotion. He stared at his bloody hands, the blood dripping off his fingers. His calf roared with an inferno of pain, but that didn't matter to Liam; nothing mattered to Liam, now.
"What is your name?" the teen asked, this time with some curiosity.
"Kill me," Liam said coldly. "I didn't get shot to talk to you - just kill me."
The teen lowered the muzzleloader. "I asked you a question, so I intend for you to answer me."
"My name is Liam," the ginger said with a despondent sigh.
The enigmatic teen glared at Liam. "Why aren't you scared? Are you scared of death?"
"Are you?" Liam retorted quickly, sending his gaze towards the enigmatic teenager with the muzzleloader. His cowboy hat was slightly askew. Liam sent daggers into his chest. "I have accepted my death any days ago, because death is inevitable - hopefully you have noticed that. I'm not scared to die, but I would rather live."
The teen slowly approached him cautiously, the muzzleloader readied at his shoulder. "Do you want me to kill you? I could spare your life, but you have to promise me something."
Liam looked at him with some interest. "You would spare my life?"
"Give me all your weapons - every single bullet and sharp weapon," the teen said.
Liam looked at him. "You're going to leave me defenseless?"
"Would you rather me finish the job?" asked the teen with some heat, motioning towards Liam's wound on his calf.
Liam looked up into the teen's dark eyes, seeing death, destruction, loneness, and sadness; this teen had experienced the similar demons he endured, and suffered the same pains and fears. The teen was almost identical to him, yet, he seemed more senile and frangible, like he could snap like a twig. Liam's lips twitched as he pondered his rather poignant situation: die, or become defenseless.
Liam sighed and gestured to his nearby M4. "My rifle is almost out of ammo, but, consider it your rifle." Liam reached into his hips and removed the hatchet and pistol from their holsters. He tossed the weapons towards the teen, landing near his feet. The teen smirked triumphantly and kicked the weapons away with his left foot.
"Thank you, Liam," the teen said with his confident smirk. "My name is Carl Grimes."
"Liam Ford," replied the ginger.
Carl lowered the muzzleloader, and spun it around. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and sauntered towards Liam. Liam tensed as the teen closed, slowly gaining his senile thought; Liam tried moving himself away from Carl, but was fruitless.
Carl slammed the stock of the muzzleloader into Liam's cheek. Liam yelped as the impact threw his body downwards, his head slamming off the prison floor. Through dazed and blurry eyes, Liam saw Carl standing over him, looking down at him with pity.
"I'm sorry, Liam, but this is the best way to ensure my safety; I can't risk you coming after me and my family. Thanks for the weapons, too - they could provide some use," said Carl with a deadpanned voice, void of emotion. Carl sighed and moved away from the dazed Liam.
"N...o..." Liam said distantly, his vision giving away. Soon, everything went black and silent.
Pain spiked throughout his entire body. The inferno of unbearable pain seemed to ebb around his entire body, crushing his bones and grinding them into dust. He felt feverish and dehydrated, which would kill him before the pain put him into an eternal sleep. His hair felt heavy and moist, covered in grime and sweat; his body seemed to be ravaged by some ugly disease that would eventually, and evidentially, kill him.
I can't die, though - Dad wanted me to find...who? Oh, my only uncle: Uncle Abraham Ford.
Liam sat up slowly, his head pounding with pain. Liam groaned as nausea forced his stomach into severe knots of pain and hunger. Liam supported himself with two arms, sitting. Sweat rolled into his eyes as his throat roared with thirst and pain. His cloths were damp with sweat, and his hair clung to his skin.
Liam's eyes immediately fell onto his calf - his heart pinged with fear. His wound looked discolored, along with the skin around the wound; the skin contracted a disgusting yellowish pigment, looking swollen and sickly.
Liam felt his eyes bug in their sockets: he could've contracted gangrene, or something worse.
His mother, apt in basic first aid, taught him several infections wounds could attract - gangrene was one of the several infections his mother mentioned. Gangrene was a sickly infection that attacked the tissue around the wound, and is related to the bone; it could cause amputation or death, along with the sickly symptoms that ensued when contracting gangrene: nausea, dehydration, vomiting, pain, and many other horrible things.
Liam felt his heart clench when he looked around, gaining his bearings. There was a small pool of blood around him - this came from his gunshot wound - but there were many empty cells, along with rubble. There was a small hunting knife by his right hand, which he took.
Liam rolled onto his stomach, and vomited quickly; nothing but water and a protein bar left his mouth. Liam groaned as he forced himself to stand, fighting through the nausea. Liam looked around, seeing the nearest door. He staggered towards the door and opened it, fresh air filling his lungs quickly.
The smell of death also entered his lungs.
Liam gagged and stepped further into the outdoors, the sun hiding behind several clouds. Walkers staggered and stumbled around the deserted battle field, chewing on the nearest corpse. Liam gagged and looked around, seeing one woman sitting inside a caged area. Liam didn't recognize her, but she was with the Governor.
"Hey!"
Liam blinked - he didn't call out for the enigmatic woman.
Suddenly, a man emerged from the nearest corner, jogging towards the caged woman. Liam ducked, pain exploding through his body. He was hiding behind several plants, which were caked in blood.
"Hey!" the man shouted again, trying to get her attention.
Liam looked away, seeing one walker catch attention of the man. Liam frowned as he slowly crept away from his sheltered spot, and sauntered towards the walker. He took out the small hunting knife, and looked at the blade; it was sharp enough to kill the walker.
Liam limped towards the walker and slammed the knife into its skull, killing it instantly. It was several feet away from killing the man, who spun around.
"What the hell?" the man asked. Liam looked at him with curiosity; he was Asian and wearing riot gear.
"I saved your life," Liam said with a small smile.
"Um, thanks?"
"You're welcome," Liam said. "We should get moving before more walkers come!"
"Have any of you seen my girlfriend?" the enigmatic lady asked despondently, "or the Governor?"
"He's dead," the Asian man said without emotion.
Liam looked around, seeing many walkers closing around them. "Dude, we need to leave!"
"Come on!" the Asian man said as he grabbed the woman and sprinted around a corner, heading towards the front gate. Liam cursed under his breath and limped after the, the walkers groaning behind him.