Post by Dixie Amhearst on Dec 16, 2016 20:58:33 GMT -5
Dixie had been up for too long today. She needed rest, but she was feeling restless. She needed to eat but she wasn't hungry. She was feeling the need to leave, but she was too scared to take to the streets. She saw a large group of the dead headed west and going out would be foolish. She watched from her kitchen window as she saw them ambling that way, drawn by unseen forces that pulled them that way. Maybe it was movement or sounds or even instinct that forced them by her apartment building. She stayed hidden and low, out of sight of the dead.
She was pacing around in the apartment, looking over books, magazines and anything else that could occupy her mind. She had read everything six times over and could practically recite the articles front and back. The books were all the same and she had considered going out and looking for the library again to get a new assortment, but for some reason she always talked herself out of it. She didn't know where these newfound fears were coming from and she knew she would have to push some boundaries to get herself beyond the safe walls of her untainted building.
She picked up the keys to the truck and took a deep breath. Today was the day she would have to go out. She had been holed up too long now. Her thoughts consumed her now as she found herself at the bottom of the stairs and moments later, the engine roared to life. She sat in the driver's seat for a long moment, hands on the steering wheel as she laid her head down on it and whispered. "You can do this."
Slowly the brake was released, the truck put in drive and her foot tapped the gas lightly, as not to use more gas then she needed to. The wheels propelled her faster towards the road and it was almost exhilarating to be free of the confines of the four walls that had trapped her for so long it seemed. But that sensation was short lived as she rolled down the window, only to hear gunshots nearby. She could have stopped, turned around an went back inside, but her foot hit the pedal a little harder. The truck moved faster and towards the sounds of the shooting. It took her closer to the horde that had only just passed her apartment a few hours prior.
She saw them. They were at a building that pulled her closer into town. Several dozen clamoring for the windows and doors. A few were dead on the side of the road, blood splatters that were connected to their heads, clearly the victims of those gunshot wounds. But what she saw next surprised her. A person...living, and presumably still breathing the same air as she did appeared out of nowhere, running with gun in hand, firing off a shot as he ran aside the building where the walkers were desperately trying to get in. She wondered if he was some sort of distraction...or maybe he was the lucky one that got out alive.
She was about to honk the horn when she saw the man be grabbed by two that had broken away. One grabbed his arm, another his leg and he went down hard in the frenzy of the hungry horde. Horrified, she saw his face. She knew his face. He was one of the Crowe boys that helped her so long ago. She could easily drive off and leave him to his death. She could survive another day but it was the guilt that would possibly kill her. She couldn't live with herself if that were to happen. Instead, she left the truck running, threw it into park and jumped out with knife in hand as she ran towards him.
She plunged the knife into the head of one that was getting ready to take a bite. His gun had been tossed as he hit the ground and a chain that was connected to his belt had broken away as the other walker grabbed at it. "Come on! We have to go!" She turned to take care of the second walker when she noticed the big guy was on his ass, knocked out, probably when he hit the ground. "Shit!"
She had to dispatch the other walker on her own, which she struggled to do with the knife. Several stabs later, it was on the ground and there were more coming. Several that had been around the building were now moving towards her and the Crowe and she had to get him out of here. She struggled to drag him, pulling at his body and grimacing at his weight. One of his shoes caught on a stump, ripping it from his foot as she tugged him. She noticed the bloodstain on the boot as it came off, but there was no time to ponder it. The walkers were straggling closer and closer and she kept losing her grip on his body, nearly dropping him twice.
She cried out with each tug, finally getting him back to the running truck as she nearly threw out her back to lift an throw him in. The walkers were feet away, clamoring at the side of the truck as she pulled him in, leaving the door open as she jumped into the driver's side an sped off. The gas pedal went all the way down as she floored it and turn the truck sharply to the left. The door on his side quickly slammed shut and she looked in the rearview mirror, leaving the walkers in the dust as she went back to her apartment. She muttered under her breath, "Dammit."
All she wanted was a few new books from the library. What she ended up with was an entire person and she couldn't leave him on his own knocked out like this. The apartment was only a few miles from the clinic, but it seemed like the longest drive ever. Her heart was pounding and the adrenaline was surging through her veins as she realized she just saved a person. There was a first for everything.
She was pacing around in the apartment, looking over books, magazines and anything else that could occupy her mind. She had read everything six times over and could practically recite the articles front and back. The books were all the same and she had considered going out and looking for the library again to get a new assortment, but for some reason she always talked herself out of it. She didn't know where these newfound fears were coming from and she knew she would have to push some boundaries to get herself beyond the safe walls of her untainted building.
She picked up the keys to the truck and took a deep breath. Today was the day she would have to go out. She had been holed up too long now. Her thoughts consumed her now as she found herself at the bottom of the stairs and moments later, the engine roared to life. She sat in the driver's seat for a long moment, hands on the steering wheel as she laid her head down on it and whispered. "You can do this."
Slowly the brake was released, the truck put in drive and her foot tapped the gas lightly, as not to use more gas then she needed to. The wheels propelled her faster towards the road and it was almost exhilarating to be free of the confines of the four walls that had trapped her for so long it seemed. But that sensation was short lived as she rolled down the window, only to hear gunshots nearby. She could have stopped, turned around an went back inside, but her foot hit the pedal a little harder. The truck moved faster and towards the sounds of the shooting. It took her closer to the horde that had only just passed her apartment a few hours prior.
She saw them. They were at a building that pulled her closer into town. Several dozen clamoring for the windows and doors. A few were dead on the side of the road, blood splatters that were connected to their heads, clearly the victims of those gunshot wounds. But what she saw next surprised her. A person...living, and presumably still breathing the same air as she did appeared out of nowhere, running with gun in hand, firing off a shot as he ran aside the building where the walkers were desperately trying to get in. She wondered if he was some sort of distraction...or maybe he was the lucky one that got out alive.
She was about to honk the horn when she saw the man be grabbed by two that had broken away. One grabbed his arm, another his leg and he went down hard in the frenzy of the hungry horde. Horrified, she saw his face. She knew his face. He was one of the Crowe boys that helped her so long ago. She could easily drive off and leave him to his death. She could survive another day but it was the guilt that would possibly kill her. She couldn't live with herself if that were to happen. Instead, she left the truck running, threw it into park and jumped out with knife in hand as she ran towards him.
She plunged the knife into the head of one that was getting ready to take a bite. His gun had been tossed as he hit the ground and a chain that was connected to his belt had broken away as the other walker grabbed at it. "Come on! We have to go!" She turned to take care of the second walker when she noticed the big guy was on his ass, knocked out, probably when he hit the ground. "Shit!"
She had to dispatch the other walker on her own, which she struggled to do with the knife. Several stabs later, it was on the ground and there were more coming. Several that had been around the building were now moving towards her and the Crowe and she had to get him out of here. She struggled to drag him, pulling at his body and grimacing at his weight. One of his shoes caught on a stump, ripping it from his foot as she tugged him. She noticed the bloodstain on the boot as it came off, but there was no time to ponder it. The walkers were straggling closer and closer and she kept losing her grip on his body, nearly dropping him twice.
She cried out with each tug, finally getting him back to the running truck as she nearly threw out her back to lift an throw him in. The walkers were feet away, clamoring at the side of the truck as she pulled him in, leaving the door open as she jumped into the driver's side an sped off. The gas pedal went all the way down as she floored it and turn the truck sharply to the left. The door on his side quickly slammed shut and she looked in the rearview mirror, leaving the walkers in the dust as she went back to her apartment. She muttered under her breath, "Dammit."
All she wanted was a few new books from the library. What she ended up with was an entire person and she couldn't leave him on his own knocked out like this. The apartment was only a few miles from the clinic, but it seemed like the longest drive ever. Her heart was pounding and the adrenaline was surging through her veins as she realized she just saved a person. There was a first for everything.