I think this was the best title for the upcoming bit. That's all I'm gonna say. Let's head straight into it.
Disclaimer I don't own The Walking Dead, just my ocs and plotlines.
TW: Violent, gory and rape scene
Callie's POV
After a very mediocre run, they managed to get an epidural, bandages and some antibiotics. Not much but it was something. Her and Rick were near the distance of the air bnb, they were waiting for a signal, however, the signal from Jeremy never came. They had a flashlight signal when they arrive so everyone is accounted for. Due to it only being them out, Jeremy was to signal twice and them respond once.
They were standing there, the bags on their backs weighing heavy from the supplies that they managed to grab.
"He should've signalled by now." Rick comments and she hums.
"Let's check it out." She announces and they head around the air bnb. The snow was hindering them at this point, making it difficult for them to see due to how thick it was falling. But luckily it only just started.
They manage to get a little distance before Rick hands a pair of binoculars to her. They lay on the cold ground, their bags to the side, and she pulls them to her face. Looking through the windows of their home.
"Anything?" Rick asks.
She was about to comment no when she sees some movement in the second story. Where there were two unknown men in the room.
"Someone's here." She says and she looks towards the entrance of the building and sees two men at the entrance. "Who knows how many, some have guns but-"
"We'll be able to take them." Rick says confidently and she nods.
"Together?" She asks and he nods.
"Together."
They had to save the group, they were in danger and could die or they could already be dead. But she couldn't think that way. She had to have hope that they were somehow still alive. They didn't know how many men were in the house, so they had to do this with as much stealth as possible.
Her and Rick stealthily sneak inside the grounds of the Airbnb, and creep up to two members. They were just chatting like they don't have people hostage inside and it made her sick. She had her knife in her hand, quickly grabbing the man and slitting his throat. Rick does his the same time, and stabs him in the head. She stabs him in the head and lowers him to the floor. He didn't even have a chance to scream.
She couldn't think like that, she had to turn it off in order to get this done. She has to do it. She has no choice.
Rick gestures her two fingers and she nods, two more left outside then it's inside, they were at the front by the entrance. The snow was shielding them from view with how thick it was, making it easier for them to sneak up on them and slit their throats, the two dropping dead with a squelch gurgling from their mouths. She stabs the other one in the head, preventing him from coming back.
They were at the entrance, she gestured herself upstairs while Rick stays downstairs, that way they'll be able to take them out one by one. Rick nods in agreement, and they slipped inside the house, carefully closing the door and noticing the talking. Two men were by the fireplace, playing cards, laughing, like they haven't got a group of hostages upstairs. She clenches her jaw, bringing up her gun with a silencer and quickly shoots them dead. Rick went to the left while she went to the right, she had to make sure no one comes from the adjoined room, otherwise their cover would be blown and the group will be dead. She peers into the adjoining room and sees men sleeping.
How could they sleep with people hostages upstairs? She had no idea. But she didn't care. They had to die.
She pulls out her knife as she approaches the nearest one, quickly disposing of him with a squelching stab in the eye, and she repeats the process with the other 3 members. Luck was on her side though when not one member woke up. She was thankful, if they get caught now, it was over.
Amy's POV
She was dragged into a separate room, she was crying. She heard Jeremy scream out for her but was silenced by the door closing behind them.
"Please, no." She knew what they were going to do.
"Shut up."
She started sobbing as the man pulls at her pants and she was struggling, fighting back, scratching at his skin.
"Bitch if you carry on, I'll put a bullet in your boyfriend." He threatens and she stops struggling. "Good girl." He praises and she almost vomits everywhere.
He pulls down at her pants hard, and she closes her eyes, crying.
This can't be happening.
Callie's POV
As she was stabbing another, repeatedly, a man stabs her in the leg and she yells, but quickly yanking her machete out of the body and stabbing him in the eye, killing the man instantly.
Her hand was shaking from the adrenaline, her leg throbbing in pain. She rips the shirt off the dead man, and ties it around her leg to help stop the bleeding. She doesn't have time to sew it up, she had to keep going.
She goes to the next hallway and hears people approaching.
"I swear I heard a scream." A guy says, and she peeps around the corner to see two men. Fuck. She makes sure she has two machetes out, this could go horribly wrong. This was the most idiotic plan she has ever come up with. But it was the only one she's got. When the two men were close enough, she quickly runs out, but before the guys could do anything, she slides on her knees and drives both machetes forward into their middles causing them to cry out and fall to their knees, as she is sliding she brings her right hand back, the machete swinging into both of their heads, cutting them in two.
She felt the blood splatter all over her, her leg was throbbing from the previous man. Everything was hurting and she was tired.
But she had to keep going, there's only so many places where they can be.
She looks at the top of the skulls that have slid to the side and she realises she doesn't have remorse. Is this what Shane felt when he killed Randall? Otis?
She was about to go past a room but hears crying and a man grunting. She clenches her jaw and slowly opens the door and was met with horror. A man raping Amy and she saw red.
She quickly went up behind the man and stabbed him in the back and the man cries out.
Amy sobs harder and pulls away from the man, her legs covered in blood and she winces, looking away.
"You're fucking sick." She seethes and slits his throat, and she listens to him gargle on his blood before he passes, and she stabs him in the eye.
She drops the man to the floor and looks at Amy, seeing her sobbing, clenching her legs together, clearly in pain. She should've killed that man ten times worse than what she did. But now wasn't the time, she grabs Amy's discarded jeans off the floor and hands them to her.
She snatches them quickly and sobs while putting them on. She just sits there after she drags them up her thighs and was sniffling, the crying stopping.
"It's not your fault. He is- was a disgusting man." She whispers, comforting her but she knew words will never be enough.
"Thank you." She murmurs, looking up at her. She hated the fact that this scenario was the first time they have spoken since the farm. But it was better than nothing. After comforting Amy, she puts a finger to lips and points to the closet, she nods, her eyes red from crying and slips inside the closet, closing the door.
"I'll be right back." She whispers to the door, knowing Amy could hear her. She slips out of the room and knows that there's one more hallway, she peeps around the corner and sees two men with guns and curses silently. Oh fuck.
She had a silencer on her gun, thanks to Rick finding one on their run earlier. She lifts her gun and aims at the two guys, pulling the trigger and they both fall dead. She carefully walks down the hallway, listening out for any more when she notices how quiet it was. They killed all of them.
She listens to the door and hears murmuring, not quite clear enough but they must be here. This is the only room left, the only room that they would hold them hostage, why else would they have men outside standing guard?
She kicks in the door and throws a knife at one's hand, making him scream. A guy runs at her with a knife and she immediately dodges and swings, cutting his arm off, making the group scream. She brings her machete into the man, over and over again in the stomach. He drops to the floor dead, blood spilling out of him. She then stabs him in the head and looks at the last man, the guy stuck into the wall by his hand, the knife sticking out and blood dripping down.
Her ears were ringing.
She holds the machete up to him and he screams out for his men.
"Don't bother." She hisses and the guy looks at her in disbelief.
"What the fuck?!" The guy was crying, he was starting to look pale from the blood loss.
She was right next to him and holds the machete to his throat which causes him to cry. "Tell me, where's your leader?"
"Wha-" the man stammers, looking everywhere but her eyes. "You killed him."
Lie.
She narrows her eyes and presses the machete to his throat which he coughs out, his air supply cut off.
"Where are they?" She repeats.
"You're right! You-you're right! The leader ain't here!" He babbles. Squealing like a pig.
"Callie-" She hears someone speak but can't pinpoint who it was. The guy in front of her was her priority.
"Where are they?" She hisses, pressing the machete further and the guy starts coughing, blood dripping from the cut in his neck, getting deeper.
"Ok-okay! She's a mile out west!" He informs her and she just stares at him. "Please-please." He pleads, his eyes were red from crying, snot coming out of his nose. She was looking for a lie. "I'll leave you alone! You won't ever- you won't ever see me again."
She nods in agreement at that statement. "You're right, I won't."
She slams the machete into his neck and blood spurts all over her. He was dead. The head drops to the floor and rolls, and the body collapses, blood pouring all over the floor, but due to the knife, his arm was hanging at an odd angle. The body lying limply, as blood oozes out of the body, blood smearing on the wall and forming a puddle on the floor.
She closes her eyes in relief. It's over. They're safe. She opens her eyes and realises she was in front of a mirror, the glass cracked. She sees herself covered in blood, she was so red. She could see tears flowing down her face and she never even realised she had been crying.
She just stared at the mirror, looking at herself, the cracked mirror really speaking about her sanity. She just killed 40 people. 40 men. She couldn't even believe it. But she has to finish it. She's going to kill the leader. It needs to be over.
She looks away from the mirror and from herself and sees the group starting to get up, they were looking at her, terrified at what they witnessed. But shaking at the whole ordeal.
Rick walks in, covered in blood also and sees the mess she made. He must've seen it all. All of those people, dead. She couldn't keep on thinking about it yet, not until it's done. She has to switch it off.
"I need to finish this." She tells him, there was no emotion on her face now. She had to do it, it has to be her to burden this.
Her footsteps made crunching sounds as she walked through the snow, clouds were forming from where her breath was.
She saw a light in the clearing, a small fire and a figure. She walks closer and that's when the figure notices her.
"Stop right there." The voice orders and she realises it's the woman. Randall's leader. They were Randall's group.
Her swords were out, and she knew she must have looked a sight to the woman, two swords, blood dripping on the snow, covered in so much blood that she probably looks like Carrie in Stephen King's book.
"Your people aren't coming back." She just tells her bluntly and the girl looks horrified.
"You killed them?" She asks, she could see the fear in her face even from the distance she was standing away from her. Being a leader and having all of your people wiped in one night. That must be hard for her. She only had a hand gun on her.
"I did, all of them." She says and she knew she couldn't kill one more. Looking at the woman in front of her, the disheveled look on her face. She just couldn't. "Leave. And don't ever come back."
The girl nods her head, quickly grabbing her pack, stomping out the fire and leaving, running off into the wilderness.
Callie waits a few minutes, making sure the girl really leaves the area before heading back the way she came. She just couldn't kill her, she had an opportunity to maybe throw her machete at her, but she just couldn't kill one more person. If she was at the house, it would've been a different story, but she was out in the open. She gave her a chance to live, which is more than what Dave and Tony gave her.
Let's all take a moment to say goodbye to the innocent Callie Grimes. She a badass now. I was inspired by The Last of Us when Joel goes full on ape shit in the game and destroys everyone, that's who I wanted to bring in the show. Callie will do anything for the people she loves, and this chapter proved it. Let me know what you guys think?