Here is the next chapter of We Will Survive. I hope you enjoy it, but please do remember, this is my first fanfic, so, don't judge too harshly. Also, this one is a little longer than my other ones, but I couldn't find a good stopping point.
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"Alright, so whats the plan?" Carley asked, attempting to keep look out, but finding it very difficult through the downpour.
"We go in, kill those bastards, and save my family!" Kenny replied, looking like he was about to go charging out there.
"Think asshole!" Larry retorted, standing in the way off the door, so Kenny couldn't go, even if he wanted to. "If we do that, there's the chance that we might might hit your family, or worse, those bastards kill one of them."
"Fine, then what do we do?" Kenny asked impatiently, pacing in angerly.
"We need to be smart about this," Alex answered, thinking about what needed to be done. "Right now, all of them are in the house, along with Mark, Katjaa, and Duck. That means, if we go charging in, we could get one of them seriously injured. What we need to do, is to either split them up, or have one person on each one of them, with one person as backup."
"Guys, I don't mean to rush you, but I think someone's coming!" Carley whispered, taking cover by the side of the door. Alex and Larry headed toward the other side, while Kenny backtracked to a stall, and hid within it. Alex peaked out around the corner, but couldn't see through the torrents of rain coming down. Suddenly, a lightening bolt lit up the sky, and for a moment, Alex could see everything. He quickly pulled back from the edge, after seeing that Danny was heading toward the barn, staggering through the rain and wind. Alex motioned to Carley that someone was indeed coming and to stay quiet.
What seemed like an eternity later, Danny came stumbling, muttering something about why the rain hated him. Luckily, he didn't notice the group on either side of the door, and started heading toward the meat locker. Larry began to follow him, trying to be as sneaky as possible, while both Alex and Carley trained their guns on Danny. Just as Larry was about to grab Danny, he whirled around, pulling his gun out and pointing it at Larry's head. Larry froze, as did Alex and Carley.
"Well, well, well. Looks as if we got a Mexican stand off goin on here," Danny said, backing up to keep out of range of Larry's arms and making sure that Larry was in the way of both Alex and Carley, making it impossible to shoot at him without the possibility of hitting Larry. "So, you guys thought that you'd break in here, and steal our meals right from under our noses? Sorry to disappoint, but looks as if you will be joining them." Danny glanced over at Alex, studying him for a moment. "Do I know you from somewhere? The bitch I know, but you...I can't place you."
"Really? You don't remember me?" Alex felt the anger and hurt rising up inside, but instead of trying to repress it as usual, he let it flow freely. "Well, maybe I can jog your memory. My dad sacrificed himself to save me and my friend. Even after you cut off his arm, he still managed save us."
"Oh, that's right. You're that asshole's son, the one that got away," Danny said, looking at Alex in a new light, "After you escaped, we made sure you dad wouldn't help anyone again and he was delicious. Momma sure knows how to cook 'em." Alex felt the rage starting to take a hold of him, as he tried to keep from doing something stupid. "But where's your friend? Did she not make it?" Alex let slip a flash of regret and sorrow cross his face. Danny broke into an evil smile as he caught it. "Ahhh, that's too bad. She looked good enough to eat."
Danny burst out laughing, caught up in his own witty humor, as Alex, unable to control himself any more, charged at him. He didn't not even thinking about shooting him, only about hurting the man in front of him. Danny, still laughing, turned his gun and pointed it at Alex. Everything seemed to go in slow motion for Alex as he watched Danny's finger move toward the trigger. Not like this...not like this. Carley can't shoot without the chance of hitting Larry, and Larry is too far back to be able to stop Danny before he shoots me. This is it...
Suddenly, Kenny came charging out of the stall with yell, full of anger and hurt. Danny turned, only to find Kenny swing the sickle down as hard as he could into Danny's shoulder, and imbedding it. Danny roared with pain as he raised the gun at him and pulled the trigger. Kenny collapsed to the ground as Alex and Larry flew into Danny, causing both Alex and Danny to drop their guns. Danny fought back, fighting as if he was a caged animal, but was quickly overpowered by the other two.
Alex leaned against the wall, catching his breath, as Larry dragged Danny over to a hay bale. Luckily for Kenny, the bullet only pierced his arm, and didn't hit anything on the way through. Carley helped Kenny back to the meat locker, to let him rest, while Larry and Alex were left to guard Danny.
Danny, for a guy who had a sickle sticking out of his shoulder, seemed pretty relaxed.
"That's right, keep me alive." Alex turned to see Danny, now being held at gunpoint by Larry, was laying up against the hay bale, grinning madly. "You can't kill me. You don't want the meat to spoil."
Alex, grabbed his pistol off the floor, marched over to where Danny was laying, and shot him in the knee. Danny shouted in pain, clutching his leg as Larry looked on in a mix of amusement and surprise. Alex didn't let him rest though; he grabbed the sickle and pushed, causing it to sink deeper into his shoulder. Danny screamed in pain, and Alex smiled evilly.
"Well, its a good thing that I don't care if my meat spoils," Alex said, watching Danny squirm in pain. Danny looked up at him, his face a mix of pain and fear, realizing that Alex was serious. "Larry, would you mind keeping lookout? I've got guard duty."
"Look, kid, are you sure about this?" Alex looked at Larry, worry covering his face. "I agree that this asshole needs to die, but are you sure you want to be the one to kill him? It's different that killing a walker; once you go down this path, there is no turning back."
Alex looked down at Danny, a conflict raging in him like a battle. I still want to see this man's brains splattered all over the ground, but my father wouldn't have wanted me to do this. Then again, he was the one who took my father away...
Alex, slowly taking a breath, slowly raised the gun until it was pointing at Danny's head. He could see the look of fear on Danny's face, the tears streaming down his face from either pain or terror, Alex didn't care. Images of his father crossed his mind, and Alex's gun began to shake in his hand. He tried to steady it, but as everything he knew of his father and what he stood for crossed his mind, it trembled even worse. Alex let out a yell in anger, lowered the gun, and shot, hitting Danny in his other leg. Danny cried out and began to curse like a sailor, as Alex walked off, heading toward the meat locker. About halfway there, Carley came running out and stopped him.
"We heard a gunshot. Is everyone okay?," she asked, looking at Alex.
"Yeah," he replied, glancing toward Danny and Larry. "We had an...accidental discharge."
She looked over to where Danny was crying and clutching his legs, and then back to Alex, looking at him skeptically, but didn't question him.
"How's Kenny?" Alex asked, trying to change the topic.
"He's fine. He wants to go save his family, which I can understand, but he's in no position to help anyone right now," she replied. "Lilly and Clem are making sure that he doesn't go anywhere."
"Enough yapping!" Carley and Alex turned to see Larry walking over. "We need go get Kenny's family. So, what's the plan?"
Alex pulled out the clip and began to reload his gun. "The plan is the same. Larry and I will go in the house and try and see if we can split the St. Johns up. If we can't, then we corner them and have Larry as backup. Got it?" Then both nodded agreement. Alex slid the clip back in gun and cocked it. "Then let's go."
As they passed Danny, whimpering on the floor, Carley glanced at him and asked, "Are we just going to leave him there?"
Alex didn't even bother looking. "Yeah, he's not going anywhere." Carley shrugged and continued on.
They hurried out of the barn and toward the house. The rain had died down a bit, which help them go faster, but on the other hand, now, Alex knew if anyone looked out a window, they could be seen. As they approached the house, they crouched down, slowed down, and stealthily drew near to the house. When they reached the door, Larry and Carley took positions on either side of it, and Alex leaned around to get a look through the window.
Inside, he could see a massive table, big enough to seat the entire group around it. It was lit by a single candle on it, but it didn't provide much light, from what he could tell, there was no one in there. Alex tried peering in from different angles, to try and look in different rooms, but couldn't see anyone, which made him more nervous. Where is everyone?
He motioned to Larry, who opened the screen door, while Carley slowly opened up the real door, and slipped inside. After a moment, Alex followed her inside, preparing for the worst.
The house appeared to be deserted, with no one in sight. Carley went to go check the kitchen, while Alex began to check the hallway. He kept expecting to find someone, either one of the St. Johns or one of their group, but found no one. As Alex checked the bathroom, he thought he heard movement up above him. He turned, went back into the hallway, and was about to ascend the stairs, when he saw Brenda St. John standing at the top of them, holding a gun to Katjaa's head. He quickly raised his gun and aimed it at her.
"Now, don't do anything stupid," Brenda said, moving her gun closer to Katjaa's head, indicating she was willing to end the vet's life. "Or else, you will have this woman's death on your hands."
"Brenda, you don't have to do this," Alex said, keeping his gun trained on her. "Let her go, and I will let you live."
"Sure you will," she replied sarcastically. "I remember you, and what we did to your group and your father. You won't let me live unless I have a bargaining chip."
What do I do? Alex thought, watching Brenda for any sudden movements. If I try to shoot her, there is the chance that I hit Katjaa, but if this keeps up, Katjaa will probably end up dead anyway.
Suddenly, he noticed Mark, slowly dragging himself toward Brenda. He looked terrible, worn out and pale, but he kept moving forward. Alex had to resist grinning, after seeing that Mark was indeed alive, but when Mark saw that Alex had seen him, he motioned Alex to keep talking, to keep her distracted.
"You're right. I won't let you live, not after this," Alex said, keeping his head trained on Brenda, while his eyes followed Mark. Brenda tightened her grip on Katjaa, fear covering both of their faces. "Lucky for you, its not my decision. The group has decided to let you live," he lied, hoping she wouldn't catch it.
Brenda seemed to believe him, as her grip in Katjaa lessened, nearly letting her go. "Really? Well, that's great news so- AHHH!"
Mark, using what little strength he had, had managed to push the back of Brenda's knees, making them give out on her, causing her to begin to fall down the stairs. Due to Brenda's relaxed grip on her, Katjaa was able to escape from her arms and grab on to the banister, as Brenda tumbled past her. Each impact of seemed to echo through the house, as Brenda screamed from pain and fear. As she came down on the last step, her neck hit it at an odd angle, and a sickening crack reverberated through the air.
When she finally landed on the floor, Alex could tell that she was dead. Her neck had been bent at an angle that no one's neck should go, and blood had began pooling underneath her head. He looked up at Katjaa, to see if she was alright, only to see that she had gone to check on Mark, whose final act of defiance had driven him to unconsciousness.
"Katjaa...," Alex started, trying to figure out what to say.
"I need to help Mark," she said, not looking at him, or more likely, the corpse of her captor lying at his feet. "Go save my son."
"I need to make sure she doesn't come back," he continued, already aiming his gun at Brenda's head. Katjaa paused a moment, then turned her head and looked at him.
"Just do it," she answered, turning back to her work.
Alex took a few steps back, before he pulled the trigger, causing the head to explode all over the ground. It's easier to shoot to shoot people after their dead, he thought, as he grabbed the gun she had dropped from the ground and began to head up the stairs. As Alex was about to hand Katjaa the extra gun, he got a good look at Mark.
Both of Mark's legs were gone; all that remained were bloody stumps. Because the angle of where he had stood earlier, Alex hadn't seen them, but now that he had, he was glad that Brenda St. John had a bullet hole through her head. Katjaa was working diligently, grabbing supplies from a nearby closet, and trying to slow the bleeding of the man that had helped save his life.
"Here, Katjaa," Alex said, holding out the gun to her. "You need something to protect you and Mark if someone comes."
"Just set it on the floor," she replied, not even looking at the weapon, only focusing on the patient in front of her. "And hurry." Alex did as she asked, and set the weapon on the ground, before hurrying downstairs.
As he reached the bottom, he began to head toward the door, only to realize that neither Carley nor Larry, had shown up when the gunshot had gone off. He sprinted for the kitchen, expecting the worse.
As he approached the doorway, he slowed down, raised his gun, and prepared for something horrible. Peeking in, his heart sped up when he noticed a body lying in front of an open door to the outside. Expecting an ambush, he began to creep over to the body, but no one appeared. When he reached the body, he quickly turned it over, to find that it was Carley.
Alex dropped his gun, and felt for a pulse. It came; slow and feeble, but it was still there. He let out a sigh of relief as he looked to see if she had any wounds or anything, but the only thing he could find, was a knot on the back of her head, where it appeared that she had been struck with something. It has to be Andy, he thought, as he dragged her to a nearby wall, and leaned her against it. If he didn't go through the house, then...Larry!
He grabbed the gun and hurried outside, keeping along the wall for protection. The storm had nearly passed, with just a light rain coming down. When he reached the corner, he was about to peak out when he heard a voice shout-out.
"Don't move! I will kill him." Alex slowly peaked around the building to see a standoff between Larry and Andy on the hill in front of the house. Both of them had a pistol, but Alex noticed with terror, that Andy's was pointed at Duck who was stuck between them, frozen in fear. Larry's was pointed at Andy, but he seemed to be wavering.
"Alright asshole, don't do anything stupid." Larry said, lowering his gun, and taking a step forward. "We can talk about this."
"Except," Andy said, smiling evilly, "I wasn't the one that did something stupid." In one quick movement, he raised his weapon from pointing at Duck, to pointing at Larry, and pulled the trigger.
Alex watched in horror as the bullet hit Larry in the chest. Larry, grabbing his chest where he was hit, fell down to his knees. Andy walked over toward Larry, passing Duck, who had a look of terror on his face, and was frozen solid, unable to move. Alex took off, heading straight for Andy, but somehow he knew, that he wouldn't make it in time.
As Andy stood in front of Larry, he slowly raised the gun till it was pointed between his eyes. Larry looked up at him, with a look of defiance on his face.
"Come on you pansy!" Larry said, still acting tough in the face of death. "Finish it!" Suddenly, Larry noticed Alex, heading for Andy, and smiled, most likely imaging what Alex was going to do to Andy.
"With pleasure," Andy replied, pulling the trigger and splattering Larry's brains all over the lawn. The smile remained on Larry's face, as he slumped forward and collapsed on the ground.
"And now, to finish the other—Oomph!" Andy turned around as he was hit by Alex, tackling him full force, causing them both to lose their pistols. They both tumbled backwards over Larry's corpse and down the hill, breaking through the picket fence that surrounded the house.
Alex managed to get up first and began to pound on Andy's face. "You bastard! Do you know what you've done?! You've murdered my father, my friends, and just murdered a man who was trying to protect a boy! And then you eat them! What is wrong with you?!"
As Alex threw a punch, Andy managed to grab, before returning the favor, causing Alex to stumble back, giving Andy enough to get and grab Alex.
"I'm surviving!" Andy shouted back, as he dragged Alex toward the electric fence surrounding the property. "Just like you, just like everyone else! The only difference is that I've accepted what needs to be done while you resist what is going to happen."
Alex continued to struggle against him, but Andy was much stronger. As they reached the fence, Andy picked up Alex, holding him up by his neck. "The fact is, that you, and everyone else, can't accept what is going to happen so you resist, causing this to happen. And now, you're going to be cooked extra crispy, just because of that."
Alex began to see black at the edges of his vision as much needed oxygen stayed outta reach. In a final desperate act of survival, Alex threw his knee forward, managing to hit Andy in his crotch. Andy dropped him, the pain being too much for him, as Alex fell to the side, making sure to dodge the fence as he tried to get back his breath.
Looking for something that could help, Alex saw a nearby piece of picket fence. Scrambling for it, he managed to grab it as Andy, having the pain recede, grabbed Alex and began to drag him back toward the fence. Alex, using all of his strength, managed to turn over and stab Andy in the chest with the picket, causing him to let go of Alex and stumble backwards, touching the fence for a moment. While it was just a moment, it was enough to send him reeling back and have him collapse on the ground.
Alex shakily got up, still feeling the lack of oxygen, before slowly walking over to grab his gun, which was laying by the broken fence. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard a moan of pain, and realized that Andy was still alive. What does it take to kill this guy, he thought as he stumbled toward where Andy laid. A stake through his dead, unbeating heart?
As Alex approached Andy, he saw that Andy was definitely still alive, but in some serious pain. Where he had touched the fence, his shirt was charred, and a long burn mark could be seen underneath it. When Andy saw Alex, he struggled to stand, but collapsed back down to the ground.
"Come here kid!" he said, stretching out to try and reach him, but Alex stayed just out reach. "I will kill you!"
"Why bother Andy?" Alex asked, an evil sense of enjoyment coming over him. "You know you're all alone now, right?" Andy stopped struggling and looked at him, with a sense of fear in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asked, terror overcoming his face. "What have you done to them?!"
"Nothing," Alex replied, casually walking around Andy, enjoying this immensely. "Well, you mother is dead from a terrible tumble down the stairs, while brother has most likely bled out from a farm equipment accident. So, why go on?"
"You're dead meat!" Andy, now with renewed energy, struggled to get up, but kept collapsing. As Andy laid on the ground, out of energy, Alex kicked him on his wound, causing him to shout in pain.
"I think you're in no position to talk to me like that," Alex said, as he stop walking and slowly raising the gun till it was aimed at Andy's head. "I let your brother live, even after he admitted to killing my father and eating him. But you, you just killed a member of my group, in cold blood, who was trying to protect a child. You deserve a long and slow painful death, but lucky for you, I'm merciful." Andy seemed relieved for a moment, until he saw the look on Alex's face. "Don't get me wrong; you're still going to die, but not slow and painful."
Suddenly, the sound of crying carried across the wind. He turned his head to see that Duck had finally moved, but all he had done was go over to Larry's corpse, and start sobbing. Alex felt his heart harden as any thoughts he had about letting this man lived, left.
"Duck!" Duck looked up, tears and raindrops streaming down his face. "Turn around and cover you're ears, Don't turn until I get you, ok?" He nodded and did as Alex asked, while Alex turned his head back to Andy. He looked up at Alex, a face of sadness and fear, but Alex felt none of it.
"See you in hell, Andy," and with that, Alex pulled the trigger, watching as the bullet pierced the man's head, ending his life. "And good riddance."
Alex stood over the corpse that once belonged to a terrible human being that had ruined his life, and felt no regret, no guilt. Just...nothing. Alex sank down to his knees, letting the rain wash over him. Larry was right, he thought, looking down at Andy. Once you go down that path, there is no going back.
"Alex?" Alex looked up to see that Duck was standing next to him, looking down at Andy. "Can we go now? I don't like this place anymore."
Alex smiled a sad smile, and nodded. "Neither do I...neither do I."