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Charlotte Blues

Lost & Found

"Ya'all can't leave me here! This ain't human!" He yelled, watching officer friendly and his merry band of hypocritical misfits gather the salvaged goods. He was gonna get them, all of them. He was gonna rip them to shreds and feed them to the walkers, that's what he was gonna do.

"Calm down, we'll come get you when we find a way out." Officer friendly with his stupid ass uniform replied. God he hated this guy with his goody two shoes attitude. What kinda man would even wanna wear something like that, let alone 'abide the law' in that pansy suit. Jackass, that's what he was.

"Hey, ya come back here! I know my rights!" He screamed as the rest followed Rick off the roof. The damn nigger looked back at him, almost as if he was contemplating on releasing him. But even the damn frigging nigger followed that fucking sherrif. "Ya get back here, Yogi bear! Get me outta these!"

The group took the roof exit down, closing the door behind them. He sagged against the metal pipe he was cuffed to, his energy draining and his anger fading slightly. Oh he'd get them alright. He'd get outta this one way or another.

The door opened again and he looked up to see who it was. It wasn't some damn chomper, thank god. But it wasn't much better then that, it was the damn nigger… with the key to the cuffs. The fool ran over to him, knocking over Dale's toolbag in the process. "Yeah, come on. Come on man, cut me loose. That's it, come on."

T-dog stumbled over his own damn feet and dropped the damn keys. Straight into the small drainpipe…

"Son of a bitch, ya did that on purpose!" He ranted, trying to kick the other man for good measure.

The fool stared at the fucking drainpipe for a few more seconds before getting up. "No I didn't mean to."

"You lie! Ya did it on purpose!"

The frigging nigger ran for the door and barely had the decency to take one last look at him. "It was an accident!" The stupid idiot hovered near the door for another second before disappearing entirely. He can't do this to him, you can't just leave someone like this…

"Don't leave me, man! Don't leave me! Don't leave me."

It stayed quiet on the other side of the door and it only served to infurriate him further. "You liar!" He fought against the cuffs, rattling them against the metal drainpipe he's cuffed to.

He faintly hears the idiot mutter a "I'm sorry man." But it does little to quell his rage. The rattling of chains on the other side of the door sets him into another fit, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Don't leave me! Ya can't do this! Ya can't leave me like this!"

He struggled with his cuffs, pulling and twisting them around as he tried to break free from his bounds, but they won't budge. Not a single inch. They left him, they left him up on this roof and there's no escape. He can't get away…

"Argh!" He screamed to the sky, pulling at his bounds harder then before. "I ain't gonna beg! Ya hear me, god? I ain't gonna beg for it!"

There's sounds coming from behind the door and for a moment he goes quiet. Rotting arms and legs tried to pry open the only block to the roof, panic rose in him and he trashed and fought harder. "No, no, no. Oh god, oh god. I'm being punished, I know. I deserve it, I've been bad."

The sounds intensify around him, any time now those chompers could get through that door. He needed to get loose and get going. But how? The fucking idiot dropped the motherfucking key! He grunted softly in frustration and looked around for anything that might help him.. The hacksaw. The nigger kicked the hacksaw in his direction before he bolted. If he can reach that, he could cut himself free!

He struggled to undo his belt wiggling around as quiet as he possibly can. He grunted and moaned softly and let out a breathy laugh when he finally got the damn thing free. He whipped it towards the hacksaw, trying to catch the handle on the belt buckle as he pulled back. It doesn't work and he growled in frustration as he tried again and again and… yes! He chuckled in triumph and pulled the hacksaw towards him, carefully sitting back in his old spot to get a good angle so he can cut these damn cuffs off.

He tried to saw the metal, pushing harder and harder in frustration as he realized that the saw's blade is too dull to cut into the hard metal. "Nonononono." He moaned letting out a few sobs before laughing softly. "I ain't gonna beg for it. Ya hear me Jesus? I ain't gonna beg for it!"

He looked down at his arm and back at the saw a few times, trying to work up the courage to pick the damn thing up again. He can't do this, he shouldn't even be thinking about it. He's not gonna be of much use without his right hand. He just can't. He looked up as if god would give him the answer to his dilemma but of course all stayed silent.

"Fuck." He cursed softly, breathing in and out eratically as he set the saw a little bit above the wrist joint of his right hand. He dropped it and picked up the belt instead, using it to make himself a make shift tourniqet. He tightened it as far as he could, feeling his arm pulsate and growing warmer. He gathered all of his courage and made the first sawing motion, blood welled up from the cut but he doesn't drop the blade.

He managed to keep his screams silent as he cut deeper and deeper into his own skin and flesh. He thrased when the saw hit bone and let out a short scream as he grinds the saw over it, blood drips down over his pants and onto the ground as he cuts. After awhile he couldn't feel the pain anymore, his body numbing it down enough so he barely felt it anymore.

Finally, after what seemed hours he finally cut through the last bit of bones and flesh. He's finally free. Relief and pain washed over him and he stumbled onto his own two feet. He takes deep breaths in and out as he looked around for another way out.

On the other side of the roof was another escape and he managed to open the door. He had a wrench in his left hand as he descended down the stairs and took out the two walkers in his path. He struggled to stay awake and made his way into the kitchen, the burners there could flame up pretty high and he used them to cauterize his stump. The smell of burning flesh and the pain made him pass out, collapsing onto the floor. The last thing he saw before his light went out was a mob of curly brown hair and a flash of green eyes.

Notes

Like I mentioned earlier, I'm writing this for NaNo and I will try to write at least 1 chapter a day. So November is a month of regular updates on this story. Please leave reviews if you enjoy the story because I love getting them. Especially if you have any pointers for me. If you enjoyed it and have no pointers for me please just follow or favorite the story. That would mean the world to me. Thank you so much for reading and you'll see me at the next update.

Comments

Hot redneck sexy

dombast dombast
1/17/15

Love this in good call on lori

dombast dombast
1/17/15

Selfish bitch Lori should have let it go as well as rick. I know he would do anything to keep his family safe but Shane brought on himself.

dombast dombast
1/17/15

I would think Lori would be grateful . but since doesn't call the shots she a bitch. Tells me she doesn't care about her children

dombast dombast
1/17/15

I would think Lori would be grateful . but since doesn't call the shots she a bitch. Tells me she doesn't care about her children

dombast dombast
1/17/15