The Walking Deth - Part I

An Unexpected Journey - Chapter II

Water Walkers

Beth suddenly started shrieking and thrashing through the water sending out a foam of white around her. I stood up, swung my Stryker off my shoulder and aimed it into the water by her feet, trying to peer through the white wash to see what had grabbed her. I couldn't see shit all with all the waves she was making so I tossed my Stryker to the bank, grabbed my Busse and bounded into the water, boots and all. It was a risky move; the whole creek bed could have been swarming with underwater walkers, but I wasn't losing her, she was all I had left, there was no point carrying on without her.

Beth kicked her legs through the water as she moved towards me, and then passed me heading for the bank, as she squealed and wailed and threw her hands wildly in the air. I looked back to the spot where she had started screaming and waited for something to emerge and follow her, but nothing did. Now that her thrashing wasn't ruining the view, I could see through the clear rippling water, and there was nothing but sand, school-fish and weeds.

"What the fuck, Greene?"

I wading through the water, sloshing my heavy boots that had sunk down into the bed like it was quick sand. I slopped them onto the bank and over to her wet and flailing body, wondering what all the fuss was about. I looked to the place she was grabbing at on her thigh to see it was nothing but a fat black leech. One fucking leech, and she screams loud enough to call every walker in ten miles.

"It's just a fuckin' leech. Ain't you a country girl? You tellin' me you ain't seen 'em before?"

Her fingers flipped and flopped frantically over it as she tried to grip it.

"Nooo! I swam in the dam, and there were no leeches, and I…I can't get it off." She shrieked.

"Keep it down." I urged. "You gotta get your nail, under the sucker."

"I can't. It's all slimy and my hands are all numb and cold." She wailed.

"Shit, girl."

I pushed her down on to the ground, parted her thighs and dove in pushing one hand against her skin and slipping the dirty and cracked nail of the other hand under the head of the leech. I pulled the leech between my thumb and forefinger and twisted its head back, then flung it to the ground letting it pop in a small puddle of blood. I looked back to Beth sitting on the ground with a line of watered-down blood trickling from the bite down her leg and towards her…fuck. I could see everything! Her panties were see-through and they pressed up against every curve and line and…bump…of her peaches and cream skin. I could even make out the golden hair that curled there.

I ripped my eyes away and clamoured backward, then rolled to my front hoping to hide what was moving around in my pants.

"That was gross." Beth whimpered.

"Yeah…gross." I agreed.

Dead Walkers. Dead Walkers. Dead Walkers.

Fuck. I couldn't think of walkers, all I could think of was Beth's wet…fuck! It was hard as stone now. I needed to ice it quick smart. I kicked off my sodden boots, tore out my belt, ripped off my vest, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Might take that bath after all."

Beth averted her eyes and turned her back to me, as I dumped my everything to the ground and made my way into the water. I left my jeans on, seeing as they were already soaked, and I didn't want her seeing my raging boner. Beth kept her back to me anyway, which was cool, as it meant she wouldn't see all my scars and start asking questions.

"Watch out for leeches." She called over her shoulder.

I scrubbed myself under the water, loosening my pants and forcing my hand down to give my balls a much needed clean. I gave my cock a squeeze to help it go down, before I made my way back to the bank. Beth was still sitting with her back to me, shivering in the shade of a tree.

I picked up my wet boots and gear and walked over to the shale rocks that ran along the deeper part of the creek, and dropped myself down, watching as the water leaked out of my pants and ran along my feet and down the rock returning to the creek.

"Sit over 'ere you'll dry faster than a cat can lick its ass." I called to the trembling Beth sitting by the tree.

Beth looked over her shoulder to me, nodded her head and then followed me over to the rocks and dropped down beside me. Still only wearing her transparent underwear. That was a dumb as fuck idea, telling her to get closer to me.

"Oh wow, it's so warm." She lay on her back and covered her eyes from the glare of the sun with her forearms.

"This is real nice ain't it, laying in the sun, all clean and stuff?" She mumbled, with a pleased smile on her face.

I looked over her pale skin, beaded with droplets of creek water, and glistening in the sunlight. All I knew was that if her hard, pink nipples poking through the wet cotton on her bra didn't soften soon, I was gonna need another dip in the creek.

I must have dozed off while lying on those rocks, drying off, as the sun had now disappeared from the sky. It was a stupid thing to do, fall asleep like that, but I had only had a few hours' sleep the night before, and none at all the night before that. I had been woken by the leaves shifting and branches and twigs cracking. I sat up to see a dozen or so walkers pouring out from the tree growth and towards us.

Beth's mother fucking squeals over that damn leech had drawn a shit tonne of them to us.

"Get your shit!" I called to Beth as I shook her awake.

Beth rolled to her feet and then rushed over to her clothes and started frantically pulling them on. I pulled my boots on and slipped on my shirt and vest, not bothering to button up and then picked up my Stryker and got a shot off on a walker that was getting dangerously close to Beth. She packed up her notebook and all the other bits and pieces she carried around, and raced to my side.

"Oh dear lord!" She gasped as she looked over the few dozen walkers that were now swarming towards us. "How are we gonna…"

I pushed her in her back to get her to start moving ahead.

"Just don't look back."

We dodged and weaved through the trees and bushes, with the herd of walkers on our tail. We had managed to get a lead on them, but we had been running for a while and Beth's pace was beginning to slow. We would need to stop soon, before she collapsed and became walker feed.

We managed to break through the dense tree growth to find ourselves on a road covered in tossed dead leaves and twigs, with a wrecking car directly in front of us.

Beth made for the driver's side and checked the ignition while I kept my Stryker cocked and ready. The engine didn't turn over as I had expected, and the piece of shit had the driver's door half broken off, so I popped the trunk and motioned for Beth to hop in, and I climbed in after her.

The trunk definitely wasn't made for two bodies and a crossbow so it was pretty tight in there. Beth's little legs were pressed against mine and trembling either from exhaustion or fear. I pulled the top down and wrapped the cloth around the latch of the lock to keep it down. Then I raised my Stryker and aimed it towards the half inch opening in case a walker somehow managed to knock it open.

I could hear the growls and snarls of just a few walkers at first, but then the snarls grew in to a roar. From what I could see in the moonlight the whole road was covered in dead walking bodies, like bees on a hive. They pushed against the car as they passed, tossing Beth and I around like rag dolls. If the top didn't hold, we were walker meat for sure. Beth gripped my Busse to her chest with both hands and squeezed her eyes shut, her lips moving in silent prayer. I knew now that her trembles were from fear more than anything else.

The herd seemed to continue on forever, and they were still swarming late in the night. Now, mixed in with the roar of walkers, was the roar of thunder, and flashes of lightning lit up the trunk sporadically.

Beth was crying now, her whole body shaking in a rhythm with the rocking trunk. I wanted to comfort her in some way, tell her it was going to be okay, but I couldn't drop out of attack mode. And I really didn't know how to make a girl feel better, so I just kept staring out into the night.

When the herd had thinned out and the growls and snarls had started to settle. Beth's breathing started to regulate, and her trembles started to still. From the corner of my eye I could see her big blues scanning over my bow and then to my arms, to my shoulders and resting on my face. Her lips turned into a smile and I glanced in her direction wondering what she was smiling about. The smile fell from her face and she pulled her eyes away from mine and stared down at my Busse on her chest.

A few moments after that, she glanced back up at me with questioning eyes. I guessed she wanted to open the trunk, it was getting quite stuffy and cramped, but there was still the odd walker out there, so I held up a finger and told her to wait, and she nodded, accepting my decision.

Beth gave a yawn and then glanced at me again asking for my approval, and I nodded to her, telling her to go ahead and sleep. She shifted her shoulders into the fabric lining of the trunk and then pressed her eyes shut, and her breathes became long and deep and I could tell she had dozed off.

I kept watch until the sun had risen and it started to swelter inside the metal trunk. Sweat was collecting on my brow and dripping down in to my eyes, but I didn't move my hands from my Stryker, I didn't think I could, I had been holding so still my arms had grown stiff.

I looked over Beth's sweat covered body and noted the way the fabric of her tank clung to her skin, shaping around her small firm breasts, and I could feel another part of my body getting stiff too.

I coughed a little trying to shake away my less than wholesome thoughts of the mechanics of fucking in a trunk, and then Beth's eyes flickered open and caught me staring at her. I turned back to the empty day lit road, but still watched her from the corner of my eye. What was she? sixteen - seventeen? Hershel would have my balls if he were here and knew my thoughts. She was like a sweet Georgia peach, dangling from the tree of forbidden fruit. Forget all the other dumb shit I had done in my life, my thoughts were sending me straight to hell.

Beth wiped the sweat from her brow and then wriggled herself forward and unwrapped the rag. The top creaked open letting in sunlight and fresh air, and I forced my stiff arms to drop my Stryker and stretch out.

Beth climbed out first, crawling over me, and turning her backside into my face. I let my eyes linger on it for a bit, before my dick started to stir again, and I thought I best get out and start moving around before I got…stiff…again.

I searched around the wreckage of the car looking for anything we could use to set up a camp. Beth sifted through some of the broken car parts and collected a mirror and a piece of glass.

"That to do your face up?" I sniped.

She scoffed. "No. It's to build a fire."

So she had remembered my fire making lesson after all.