Darkness And Plague » Places

         (OOC: I make long posts by accident I swear. But I had an idea and ran with it. XD)

A distant scream caught our attention. I turned my eyes to the direction the noise came from, sussing it out to be more human that Walker...Walkers didn't make the same noises as us. They were different, in subtle ways that were easiest to detect after so long. Naturally as we continued on our journey the more and more we both began to pick up these subtle differences. "Sounds like someone in trouble." Rodrick says, already gripping his knife tighter in his hands. He looks ready to take off to save the day, but I grab his arm in a tight grip. Giving him one of my patented 'don't you dare' looks. He raises his eyebrow, looking disbelieving. "It could be a trap, or worse and I don't have a weapon yet to help." I point out, voice low as we creep behind rows of dead cars, keeping out of sight while keeping our wits about us.

"We can't just let some innocent person die!" Rodrick argues, beginning to lead us on the path toward the scream. At our steady rate however we probably wouldn't make it there in time to save anyone. "Yes we damn well can Rod," I hiss through clenched teeth, fists balled up angrily. A red haze has begun to creep into the edges of my vision, a darkness looming just below the surface. I don't want Rodrick to die, but I could care less about some stranger who could very well be baiting us.

"Have it your way then, kid." He says, as he springs forward into a dead run. In a sudden panic I do the same, trying to keep on his heels despite how much faster he is than I am. He turns a corner, I turn right behind him, and suddenly both of us are face to face with a thick crowd of Walkers. "Oh fuck," I hiss, reeling back as one of the shambling corpses reaches a dirty, bloody hand out to grab me. Its fingers catching at the front of my shirt. Its grip tightens as I drag it back with me, immediately losing sight of Rodrick in my attempt to escape its grip. The damn thing is strong, but a kick to its knee makes it buckle and fall. I carefully knee it in the head, making sure to keep its snapping and snarling mouth far away from my flesh. Its nose caves in, but it doesn't stop its struggle even as I finally peel its bony fingers from my shirt and take off at a dead run.

I turn back, but a few out of the crowd are already on my tail, including the one that nearly had me. I don't have much time to think, Rodrick has a knife and can probably take care of himself. I don't have anything besides my feet to carry me away from the situation. I dodge a few hands as I turn and run, trying to catch sight of Rodrick.

With nothing left to lose I shout his name, "Rodrick! Come on we need to go!" But there is no answer. I tear my gaze away and dodge away from more prying hands, feeling the cloth of my shirt tear and snag as my frantic running seems to draw them closer.

Without much hope left I take a sharp turn away from the Walkers, continuing on until I hit a side street that's small enough and packed with enough cars that the Walkers will have a hard time wading through it. Leaving Rodrick behind hurts like hell, but its the only thing I can do right now to stay alive. Besides, if he's still alive they always have their various rendezvous points to try and meet up at. Right now its more likely that I'm the one who isn't going to survive. Not If I can't lose the Walkers.

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No choice left, I use up all my energy to keep them running down various streets, dodging around dead cars and other obstacles until I've put enough distance between myself and the closest Walker that I can safely duck into a building to hide. I don't know how long I've been running. But the pain in my chest and the stitch in my side doesn't go away even as I sink to the ground, panting and heaving. It feels as if I'm going to puke but I keep my head straight, fear echoing in my mind. I don't know what kind of building I'm in besides that its pretty open, but dark. I hate the dark, it sends shivers of fear all through me. I wish Rodrick was here with me.


(I decided to split my characters up. Which means shorter posts as I'll be doing so from two different POVs. Ill put their names at the top of the post from now on until I join them up again. But I figured I left it open ended enough. As for the person who screamed I left it open ended...It could be anyone.)