((Hi don't hate my guts but this is a little fanfic I made up to entertain myself, only stormwynd has to read it bc its about characters we roleplay as))
Barely forty-eight hours had passed since the group lost their first member: Kyle. Carter was huddled por the small fuego they were able to keep going in this warehouse, a blanket wrapped around her thin shoulders. The only noise was that of the crackling fuego and soft breathing from time to time.
Cas glanced over at her one last time, before returning his gaze to Fate. The weight of the world suddenly felt too heavy for any of the survivors to hold up. Sleeping didn't provide relief for Carter anymore, it would end in a messy breakdown once she dragged herself out of the nightmares.
It was unanimously decided that in the morning everyone would pack up their belongings and they would head for a hiding spot that might last a while. Drew had suggested a hospital, o perhaps a high school, but there was so much debate that no one was exactly sure at this point.
As the eleven o so members of the group began another long walk to a new destination, no one was aware of the oncoming storm due to come their way. Gale led them silently, while Drew ended the line and chatted nonstop to Dee about anything and everything.
Low groaning sounds echoed out, and a shiver ran up everyone's spine. All the weapons were suddenly engaged in some way as más awful noises became obvious. Gale's finger rested on the trigger just in case it escalated to that kind of danger; it often did in this area of town.
Four walkers limped over to the group, coming from all different directions but clearly intent on these humans. The axe that belonged to Drew was suddenly lodged in the head of one the undead things that started to make a mover on Dee, who just wasn't used to pulling out a weapon and killing things.
Fate was battling it out with a zombie using her trusty crowbar. The titanium claw end of the crowbar ripped through the head of this particular fucker.
"Jesus Christ..." someone managed to say at last, fighting for breath. Carter dropped her crossbow as the fighting paused. Right there. Right in front of her, it was him.
"Kyle..." Carter whispered in a broken voice, taking a confident step towards him. He really looked almost the same as she remembered, save for a deep laceration that started near his collarbone and extended to his ribcage which was exposed in a grotesque way. There was so much blood all over; in his hair, coming from his mouth, and oozing out of the wound that took up the whole right side of his body.
Cas immediately stepped in front of Carter, stopping her from getting any closer to the thing that resembled his best friend. "Are tu insane?! Carter, it's not him, it's not him at all," He tried to get her to understand the seriousness of this, tears pricking at his eyes now. "Don't make this mistake, please." Was his final plea to her.
Carter resisted his iron grip for a few minutes, still intent on being with Kyle. He shuffled closer to her and Cas, making him flinch due to fear of an attack. Once she was calmed down enough, Dee and Cas led her into a small convenience store that was emptied out except for broken glass and blood stains here and there.
Over and over all she was able to do was say his name, coming first as a huge dry sob and then morphing into a tortured whimper. Dee glanced at Cas furtively, then continued to comfort Carter por talking softly and holding her hand.
There was no warning before the first shot. It rang in everyone's ears, and was followed por one person yelling. Then there was a second, third, and fourth shot fired one after the other. Dee covered her ears, and Cas leaped up to go see what the problem was. Trying to restrain Carter at this point was useless, she was actuación like a little kid again out of desperation.
Kyle's now-truly-dead body was sprawled across the pavement as bullet holes made red blossom through the front of his shirt. His eyes were open, which made the whole thing más fucked up.
Gale stood back from the body, his gun hanging loosely in his hands. "Carter, I'm sorry..." he attempted to apologize to her for what he had done. She was long past accepting apologies and being comforted por other people. Kyle was gone for good, what even was the point? She had lost everything in this damn apocalypse anyways.
Barely forty-eight hours had passed since the group lost their first member: Kyle. Carter was huddled por the small fuego they were able to keep going in this warehouse, a blanket wrapped around her thin shoulders. The only noise was that of the crackling fuego and soft breathing from time to time.
Cas glanced over at her one last time, before returning his gaze to Fate. The weight of the world suddenly felt too heavy for any of the survivors to hold up. Sleeping didn't provide relief for Carter anymore, it would end in a messy breakdown once she dragged herself out of the nightmares.
It was unanimously decided that in the morning everyone would pack up their belongings and they would head for a hiding spot that might last a while. Drew had suggested a hospital, o perhaps a high school, but there was so much debate that no one was exactly sure at this point.
As the eleven o so members of the group began another long walk to a new destination, no one was aware of the oncoming storm due to come their way. Gale led them silently, while Drew ended the line and chatted nonstop to Dee about anything and everything.
Low groaning sounds echoed out, and a shiver ran up everyone's spine. All the weapons were suddenly engaged in some way as más awful noises became obvious. Gale's finger rested on the trigger just in case it escalated to that kind of danger; it often did in this area of town.
Four walkers limped over to the group, coming from all different directions but clearly intent on these humans. The axe that belonged to Drew was suddenly lodged in the head of one the undead things that started to make a mover on Dee, who just wasn't used to pulling out a weapon and killing things.
Fate was battling it out with a zombie using her trusty crowbar. The titanium claw end of the crowbar ripped through the head of this particular fucker.
"Jesus Christ..." someone managed to say at last, fighting for breath. Carter dropped her crossbow as the fighting paused. Right there. Right in front of her, it was him.
"Kyle..." Carter whispered in a broken voice, taking a confident step towards him. He really looked almost the same as she remembered, save for a deep laceration that started near his collarbone and extended to his ribcage which was exposed in a grotesque way. There was so much blood all over; in his hair, coming from his mouth, and oozing out of the wound that took up the whole right side of his body.
Cas immediately stepped in front of Carter, stopping her from getting any closer to the thing that resembled his best friend. "Are tu insane?! Carter, it's not him, it's not him at all," He tried to get her to understand the seriousness of this, tears pricking at his eyes now. "Don't make this mistake, please." Was his final plea to her.
Carter resisted his iron grip for a few minutes, still intent on being with Kyle. He shuffled closer to her and Cas, making him flinch due to fear of an attack. Once she was calmed down enough, Dee and Cas led her into a small convenience store that was emptied out except for broken glass and blood stains here and there.
Over and over all she was able to do was say his name, coming first as a huge dry sob and then morphing into a tortured whimper. Dee glanced at Cas furtively, then continued to comfort Carter por talking softly and holding her hand.
There was no warning before the first shot. It rang in everyone's ears, and was followed por one person yelling. Then there was a second, third, and fourth shot fired one after the other. Dee covered her ears, and Cas leaped up to go see what the problem was. Trying to restrain Carter at this point was useless, she was actuación like a little kid again out of desperation.
Kyle's now-truly-dead body was sprawled across the pavement as bullet holes made red blossom through the front of his shirt. His eyes were open, which made the whole thing más fucked up.
Gale stood back from the body, his gun hanging loosely in his hands. "Carter, I'm sorry..." he attempted to apologize to her for what he had done. She was long past accepting apologies and being comforted por other people. Kyle was gone for good, what even was the point? She had lost everything in this damn apocalypse anyways.
