What If... a TWD Tale

Chapter 5~Killing Fields

Spike traps had been set up around the perimeter fences surrounding the prison. Their purpose was to trap walkers and trick the straying ones there was nothing around for them to eat and move on.

The traps were working, yet some still made it through.

Shane and Sasha, on watch duty, could see past the fence through trees blanketing the western side. They were the first to spot the undead creeping through. With silencers on their rifles, they raised their barrels to take out a few without attracting more from the sound of gunshots. Looking through their scopes, they began picking off the undead closest to the back.

They couldn't risk taking out the ones nearest the front. Someone could accidentally get shot.

As soon as Shane yelled, "Incoming", Sophia screamed. A few who bypassed the traps somehow got through the fence and made a beeline toward live human bodies.

Rick began running towards the field where the kids were practicing, but was briefly halted by Lori grabbing onto his arm, "Rick, where are you going? Carl!"

Furious she even wasted a second of his time, Rick shoved Lori aside as he sprinted towards the far-right field.

***

Michonne and Daryl heard the scream and started running. Walkers coming out of the woods caused them both to stop and start slaying. Her heart pounded in fear. She knew Andre's capabilities, but anything could always happen. 'Rick and Shane are there. Sasha, Morgan... there's plenty of people that can get there faster than me. I need to focus, kill the walkers and then get to my boys.'

As Daryl shot his targets with his crossbow, he took unnecessary time to remove the arrows to use them again. Meanwhile, all Michonne focused on swinging left, then right, sometimes killing two at a time. Her goal was to keep moving toward Andre, Carl and Duane's location. She kept talking to herself to keep from panicking, 'They'll keep them safe. They'll keep them safe,' as she ran.

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Mike and Randall were on fence duty and when they heard the scream, they stayed put. There was nothing much they could do except get in the way. So, they continued to rattle the fence and poke holes in walker's heads.

While lifting the sharpened crowbar and stabbing, Mike asked, "You got a package for me later on?"

Randall, though young in years appeared old and weary. His skin mottled and drooping, dark bags hung under his eyes and forever bloodshot. He retorted, "Yeah, I got you some of the good shit." He stepped closer to Mike to make sure no one overheard him talking. "I've been supplying for you over a month. My boss said it's time and he wants me to talk to you about payment."

Mike pulled the bar out of a mechanic's eye socket, "What kind of payment? You know money's no good and I don't have any. What does he want?"

***

Rick hurried to reach the kids. He could see several of the undead made it inside the fence. He didn't know how they got in and didn't have time to figure it out at the moment. Sophia had curled into a little ball while the boys surrounded her, defending the little girl against the walkers that were coming for them. Duane carried a stick like his father, Andre had his knives and Carl was carrying a machete. His son knew not to use his gun if it wasn't absolutely necessary. Because if he didn't have a silencer, it would draw more to their location.

Rick was almost there. Even though it looked like there were more than the boys could handle, they were holding their own.

It's a good thing they were so badass.