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Damaged

Chapter 1 – Rescued.

I’m not even sure now how many days have passed since the world went to shit; I lost count somewhere along the way. I was holed up in a small town just south of Atlanta, keeping my distance and watching groups of survivors; stealing from them when I needed something whilst not drawing attention to myself. They never noticed me, I had gotten this down to an art form now, in and out without anybody seeing me. I had been doing this for a while now…well, since I lost Jamie. This particular group of survivors I had been keeping my eye on for some time now…

My feet were blistering underneath me as I sprinted, lungs burning with every sharp, staggered breath…but I couldn’t stop. They were right behind me. I fucking KNEW I should not have strayed so far from the farm tonight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Every breath cursing myself for my stupidity. I stumbled through the trees, their branches clawing at my face and at my arms, praying that I’d get there in time. Praying that I’d get there, praying that I wouldn’t get bit, praying that they’d take pity on me. I clambered at my holster and swung my machete through the air, slicing through the walker’s skull as it snapped its teeth at me. I kept running, thighs burning, begging me to rest, to stop.
I’m not gonna make it. I panicked. They’re gonna fucking eat me. Oh God, oh God, oh no.
I tripped, flat out on the floor. “SHIT!” Rolling over, I grabbed my Beretta and fired at the walker that was nipping at my ankles and I clambered up shoving it back into the pocket of my pants. “Come on, come on” I pleaded with myself, with my poor aching, half-starved body. I kept running.

Bursting through the trees into the open fields of the farm, I felt hope wash over me for the first time in a really fucking long time. I could see the farmhouse, surrounded by walkers…the barn was engulfed with flames, licking at the dark wood. But I couldn’t stop to admire the view, as that ghastly moan that I knew all too well was over my shoulder again. I swung my machete round again, and the force of my attack sliced its gaunt, putrid face in half; it’s blood splattering onto my already filthy clothing, drenching my face and hair too. There was no time to stop and prune myself, I could see their cars veering in and out of the walkers whilst popping off gunshots left, right and centre. I ran into the direction of the nearest car, a light green Hyundai. It had stopped, and I could see the Asian guy that I had seen so many times, leaning out of the window shooting at the herd.

As I reached the car, he rounded, pointing the gun at my face.
“Not dead, not dead!” I screamed with urgency, throwing my hands in the air whilst still clutching my machete tightly.
“Are you bit?!” He screamed at me with urgency.
I shook my head. “No!”
“Get in! Now!” He yelled.
I jumped in the back, and the farmer’s daughter was driving. She accelerated away only to come to a halt, paralysed as the herd surrounded her. I was catatonic, my heart hammering in my chest, my thighs grateful for the respite.
“Oh my God.” She said in a strong Southern accent, panicking. “I can’t get through!”
“Get out.” He said staring straight ahead.
“What?!” She responded.
“GET OFF THE FARM NOW!”
“DON’T SAY THAT!”
“MAGGIE, IT’S LOST!”
“THE OTHERS, WE CAN’T LEAVE THEM!” Maggie screamed, backing the car up.
“GET OFF THE FARM NOW!” He yelled again.
Maggie slammed her foot down, accelerating away, her body wracked with sobs.
The Asian guy spun around in his seat, distrust in his eyes as he addressed me. “Who are you?” He demanded.
“Yasmin.” I said, gasping for air, clutching the stitch in my side. “My name is Yasmin.”
“Glenn.” He responded as we sped away.
Breathing heavily, I chuckled “Thanks for the ride.”
“Didn’t really have a choice.” He replied.
I nodded, closing my eyes and slumped into the seat.

*

“Come on! Keep going!” I yelled, pulling on Jamie’s hand, his grip firmly in mine.
“I can’t, I’m scared.” He whined, breathing heavily.
One of them was right on our heels now, I could hear the laboured moans.
I turned, swinging my machete at a walker’s head. The crack was audible as the blade lodged itself firmly in its skull, crashing to the floor. Shit, it was stuck.
“KEEP RUNNING!” I cried, pushing him forward.
I put my foot on its head and firmly grasped the handle of my machete, ripping it out of its skull as it gave a sickening squelch. I spun around and forced myself to keep running, tugging on his arm behind me. They were getting close. Oh fuck, this isn’t how I wanted to go. I felt my arm be pulled on forcefully, grinding me to a halt. I turned to yell for Jamie to run faster, just in time for me to see him torn from my grasp as he was descended upon and ripped apart by walkers.
Horror froze my body.
There was no helping him…
Oh God, oh no.
“JAMIE!!!!!” I screamed.
He was gone.
Choking on my sobs, I ran.

Notes

Comments

@invisible_smoke
Updated :)

CafeConLeche CafeConLeche
12/16/18

@BeckieWotsit

Yey!!! <3

invisible_smoke invisible_smoke
11/28/18

@invisible_smoke
Aw thank you, that’s so sweet! I’ll get writing some more this weekend!

CafeConLeche CafeConLeche
11/27/18

I loved this. I read all the chapter in one sitting and was left graving more. Thank you for writing this.

invisible_smoke invisible_smoke
11/27/18