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You Are The Wilderness - The Walking Dead Fanfiction

Chapter 15 - Kill Or Be Killed


Kiara's POV


I was still sitting on the counter watching Tony's body slump to the ground and trying to process what had just happened. We were all numbly starring at each other trying to reassure one another that what we did was necessary.

“Let's head back,” Hershel muttered and Rick crouched down to search Tony for more guns and ammo. I jumped down behind the counter and took the gun out of Dave's cold dead hands. We were heading towards the entrance when headlights shined through the windows.

“Car, car, get down!”

We all ducked down against the wall. I was crouching behind Rick on one side of the entrance while Glenn and Hershel took the opposite side and we waited, breathlessly listening to three or four men sneak around calling for their friends who lied with bullets in their heads not five feet from us. It was absolutely quiet except for the strangers' footsteps on the wooden porch and a distant rumbling of thunder. I stayed in my position while Rick prowled up to Glenn and Hershel trying to figure out what to do.

“We can't sit here any longer,” Rick whispered hurriedly. “Let's head out of the back 'n' make a run for the car.” He looked at me for approval and stood up carefully trying to not make more noise than necessary. But then we heard more shots coming from outside and were forced to duck back down again. I heard chatter outside but couldn't work out what they were saying. As their footsteps got closer I heard one scold: “We're lookin' for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?!”

We all exchanged panicked looks as the strangers approached the entrance and Rick raised his gun ready to fire. As the door started to push open, Glenn got up and slammed himself against it shutting it close again.

“What?!” one of the guys muttered in surprise. “Someone pushed that shut, there's someone in there.”

“Yo, someone in there? If someone's in there we don't want no trouble! We're just lookin' for our friends!” we heard them argue outside about what to do next and than the one in charge called out again repeating they didn't want any trouble, that they were just looking for their friends. I was checking the other window hoping they would just give up and leave. I turned back at Rick and could see him battling with himself trying to figure out whether make ourselves known or stay quiet. He looked at me and I shook my head begging him not to say anything but somehow I knew he would anyway.

“They drew on us!” he yelled at them and I cocked my gun ready to fire if things got out of control.

“Dave and Tony in there? They alive?”

“No!” Rick answered mentally cursing himself for blabbing. The men outside started arguing again and in one moment it looked like they were leaving but I knew we weren't going to be that lucky.

“Your friends drew on us! They gave us no choice!” Rick yelled back and I could hear the panic in his voice. “I'm sure we've all lost enough people, done things we – we wish we didn't have to but – but it's like that now 'n' you know that! So let's just chop this up for what it was – wrong place, wrong—“

He was cut off by gunfire and shattering glass as the men outside decided to take their revenge. I stood up and started shooting through the broken window closely followed by Rick who yelled at Glenn and Hershel to get out of there. I saw them running to the back dodging bullets that were flying through the windows, Hershel passing Glenn one of the shotguns.

Rick and I were reloading our guns and he was still trying to reason with the gunmen. I sighed inwardly. He was sometimes a little too caring for his own good but that's one of the reasons I love him. The noise coming from the back room of the bar made us all jump up and Rick gestured for Glenn to go and check it out. We were now standing next to Hershel when we heard a shot but the young Korean yelled he was all right.

“I'll hold them here, you two cover Glenn. See if he can make it to your car,” Rick said. “Tell him – tell him to pull up back 'n' we make a run for it and get the hell out of here,” I looked at him bewildered at the idea of leaving him but he pleaded with his eyes for me to obey at least this once. I didn't like it but I did as I was told. We hurried to the back room and Glenn almost shot us. He was clearly freaked out and I didn't blame him. Hershel filled him in on the plan telling him to try for the car.

“Try?!” Glenn asked incredulously.

“You'll try and you'll succeed,” Hershel told him in a fatherly tone.

“We'll cover you,” I chimed in sending him a reassuring smile.

“This is great plan,” Glenn retaliated but reluctantly started moving towards the exit. Hershel and I followed closely behind him. I opened the door carefully stepping out quietly and scanning the surroundings. I gestured for Glenn to come out and make a run for it while Hershel covered him from the other side. The only thing we heard was chirping of grasshoppers and rumbling of thunders in the distance.

Glenn brushed past me as I was checking the street then I heard more gunfire behind our backs. I shoved him into the cover of the dumpsters. One of the bullets grazed my shoulder and cursed under my breath. I looked out from behind the dumpsters and saw Hershel nail down the asshole that shot at us. I turned at Glen who was just sitting on the ground not moving, paralyzed from the shock of being shot at. I was shaking him lightly when Rick caught up with us.

“It's all right, the car's right there,” he said soothingly. “We're almost home. You good?”

“Yeah,” Glenn muttered weakly and I nodded. The wounded man was screaming in pain and I knew it was only a matter of time before the Walkers would appear.

“We have to move Rick,” I told him and we started to run towards the car only to jump right back behind the dumpsters as there was another man shooting at us from the rooftop of the opposite building. We saw a car rush up the street stopping in front of the pharmacy, the driver yelling at the sniper to hurry and jump down as there were more and more Walkers emerging from the dark every minute. The boy then jumped down but must have landed badly because he started to scream in pain and the man in the car just drove away leaving him there.

“Get Hershel,” Rick ordered and ran towards the pharmacy. I followed him and soon we found the boy howling and whining with his leg impaled on one of the iron fence rods.

“Oh god, what are we gonna do with him?” I asked although I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

“We can't leave him here,” Rick started but was cut off by Hershel and Glenn running towards us and yelling we had to go. The boy was pleading for his life, begging us to not leave him there.

“He was just shooting at us!” Glenn yelled incredulously.

“He's just a kid!” Rick barked at him. We started to yell at each other arguing about what to do. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the kid but the will to survive was winning at that moment.
Hershel suggested putting the boy down as there was no way to get the leg off the rod without tearing the muscle to shreds and the boy bleeding out.

“Can't we just take the leg off?” Glenn asked and we all looked at each other. Hershel started to take off his shirt and telling us how we were going to do it. I handed him my big hunting knife and Rick slammed the boy down against the dumpster to keep him from tossing around and screaming.

I stood next to Hershel in case he needed my help when Glenn yelled there were more Walkers coming out way.

“Oh god, they're everywhere,” I heard Rick call out. I ran to him telling him to hold the boy down and started to shoot the Walkers that were approaching quickly but there were too many of them.

“C'mon we gotta go,” Glenn yelled. He was right, there was no time. Hershel climbed down and ran to the car. I grabbed Rick's hand and started dragging him away too.

“No, no, no! Please don't leave me! Please!” Rick freed himself from me and ran towards the boy ripping his leg free making him scream in agony.

“Shit,” I muttered and ran to help him get the kid into the backseat of the car. Once we were all settled, Hershel, the kid and I in the back and Glenn at the passenger's seat, Rick started the car and bolted out of there just as the Walkers started to gain on us.

Rick's POV


We drove for a couple minutes until we left the town safely behind us. We stopped at the gas station that was halfway between the farm and the town. I handed Kiara a piece of cloth to blindfold the kid.

“What's your name?” Kiara asked him, holding him down as Hershel was doing everything he could to stop the bleeding.

“Ra-Randal,” the boy stuttered weakly whimpering in pain.

“Randal, we're going to help you but you have to promise not to do anything stupid,” I tried to calm him down.

“I p-p-promise,” he said but Kiara took out her hunting knife and let him have a good look at it.
“You so much as think 'bout crossing us, you're dead,” she growled in his ear. For a tiny girl she could be pretty scary.

“I PROMISE I won't!” he yelled at her. She put her knife back into its sheath and tied the cloth around Randal's head.

“Well I'm glad we understand each other,” I said satisfied and stepped out of the car along with Glenn to search the gas station for Walkers and food. We were lucky and found no Walkers, only few water bottles and some stale candy bars.

“We'll stay here for the night,” I said as I approached Kiara who was taking watch sitting on the hood of the car.

“Seems like a good idea,” she said. “Rick?” she started. “You realize this will cause pretty big shitstorm back at the camp. People won't be happy 'bout Randal being there. Especially Shane. He's gonna flip out.”

“I know, but I couldn't just leave him there. He's not a danger to us, nor is his group. They left him for dead, they're not coming back for him,” I reasoned.

“I realize that but they probably won't,” she said jumping down and hugging me. I leaned into her not saying anything. “I got your back Jack,” she cracked making me chuckle. “You did the right thing baby.”

I hugged her tighter kissing her lightly. It was getting a bit cold as the storm was rolling in and I felt her shiver so I started to rub her shoulders trying to warm her up. She hissed in pain and I saw the blood trickling down her arm. I lifted up the sleeve of her T-shirt and saw the lesion on her left arm.

“What is this? When did this happen?!” I asked panicked.

“A bullet must've grazed me,” she muttered, frustrated.

“Why didn't you say anything?” I didn't wait for her answer and cut the sleeve off of my shirt wrapping it around her shoulder muttering: “I shouldn't have let you come with us.”

“You honestly think I would let you leave me behind? That's my best friend's father we were goin' to bring back,” she argued. “Don't worry so much, it's nothin',” she said. “It probably won't even need stitches.”

“Let Hershel decide on that,” I cut her off. “What's up with you gettin' hurt all the time?” I muttered under my breath shaking my head slightly.
“Believe me, I know,” she answered. “Sooo annoying.” she said, looking down. I lifted her head up making her look at me.

“It's not that,” I muttered. “I just hate to see you get hurt.” She didn't say anything, just buried her face in my chest and pushed herself against me tighter.

“C'mon, we should settle for the night,” I said and nudged her towards the car. “We'll move Randal inside so Hershel and Glenn will be able to keep an eye on him. You and I will take watch outside.” I commanded and holstered my Python.

Soon we were sitting on a pile of cardboards outside the gas station wrapped in a blanket Glenn found inside. Kiara had her head rested against my chest, her sword by her side, and watched our surroundings cautiously. We weren't talking much and just watched the lightning show safe under the small roof that was covering us from the light drizzle accompanying the storm that finally caught up to us.

We headed out early in the morning and when we reached the farm we saw Shane, Daryl, Andrea and T-dog getting ready to go look for us. The rest started to pour out of the house as we were pulling up. I stepped out of the car and Carl ran to me hugging me tightly and then ran towards Kiara to hug her too.

“Who the hell is that?” T-dog asked gesturing towards the Cherokee.

“That's Randal,” Glenn answered as everybody went closer to have better look. What followed was of course a very heated discussion about what to do with Randal while Hershel was in the shed trying to repair his calf as best as he could. Shane flipped out just like Kiara anticipated and I saw her right hand twitch no doubt longing to add another sweet-ass bruise to the one that he was currently sporting under his right eye. When Hershel came back he set him straight reminding him that the only reason he allowed Shane to stay on his property was because I begged him to.

I was on my way to our tent when Lori pulled me aside to talk to me. She said Shane was dangerous and that she was sure he killed Otis practically insinuating that my best friend was an unstable murderer. I noticed he had changed and I didn't like it either. The truth was he was starting to get on my nerve, hounding me around, questioning my every move, scoffing at my every decision and threatening people around him. When Lori mentioned he raised his gun at Kiara the other day my blood boiled with rage. I realized it was time to have a word with my old pal.

Notes

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6/22/15

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