Episode 16: The Limping Hero
POV: Dream
Sean really thought that he could keep me at that camp when I'm the main suspect in the death of Carlos's daughter? No way. This is my chance out. I've appreciated their help, but I can't stay there anymore. I left without a warning, but I guess that's how I came there too. I followed Sean, Ben, and whoever the other one was for a while. I knew they were leading a gold mine of supplies, so I just followed.
I watched as Sean walked up to the rocking camper. Sean is a smart man, but this is the possibly the stupidest thing he's ever done. I'm not that inclined with the apocalypse, but I know that it's not a good idea to go into a concealed place with a bunch of zombies nibbling at your ankles. I followed Ben's quiet foot prints into the shed. He was fishing around in the shed, grabbing just about everything he needed.
"Ben," I said, not wanting to spook the poor boy. He froze, and whipped around, and stared at me with those emerald eyes. He instantly calmed down as he saw it was me.
"What are you doing here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" He instantly threw me a knife. I looked at the insane nine inch blade, and shoved it in my boot.
"Kinda. No, I'm leaving. But, I needed to tell you your shoe is untied. It's gonna hurt you more than you think," I said, getting used to the chill of the knife against my calf.
"Good, they're probably worried sick about you back at camp! Get back as soon as you can. I am going back too, Here, I'll walk you back," Ben offered me his arm. I honestly almost took it because of how nice he was to me, but I needed to remember where I was, and where I'm going to stand.
"No, I'm not going back to camp. I'm going to find my sister," I said, stepping away from him.
"Wait, you're leaving? No! You can't leave! You cant even walk! We need you!" Ben tried to keep me in this, but I can't take anymore of his sympathy. I broke my legs. I can figure it out on my own. I won't be alone for long, because I'll see Scarlet soon.
"I'm leaving. I'm literally causing an uprising in your community. I'm not helping any of you, and you're not helping me." I feel bad about saying this. They have clearly helped me, but I can't keep leaching off of them.
"Dream, I don't say this enough, but you're horrendous to us. You leach, you cause arguments, BUT you keep us together. You're the reason Jack and I are alive! You're smart, resourceful, and an importance to us. Carlos eggs on Sean, Ruth was a whiny kid, Yuki's has no confidence in anything she does, Darla is too emotional, Sean's cold hearted, and I'm a bastard.
But Carlos is our best communicator, and is amazing on his feet. Ruth kept us calm, and made us laugh. Yuki has the best medicine, and skills out of all of us. Darla is sweet, yet deadly. Sean is the building block of this entire foundation, and I am young, spry, and willing. We all have our flaws, but our good stuff outweighs our bad. Your good outweighs your bad. We need your good, and bad. Please reconsider this." Ben got quite emotional. I looked into his emerald eyes, and tried to find a reason to stay.
"HELP!!" We were distracted from our conversations, and forced back into reality. We both looked to the camper, and saw it was shaking. There were people inside it. Ben and I looked to each other, disregarded Sean's previous statements of not getting involved, and started limping our way to the camper. Ben kicked a walker's knee to the side, and I stabbed through its temple with a screw driver that was in my pocket. He sliced its torso, and instantly tore out its organs, and started slathering himself in it. He threw me a ring of lower intestines, and I split them open to cover my own scent with it.
We hobbled over to the camper, and saw an open window. How convenient! I crouched down, and laced my fingers together, to boost Ben into the window. He took it, and I pushed him up, and then he reached down to me, and offered me his hands. I took his hands, and he pulled me up. There were two people outside the door, and a lot of commotion going on inside the closed door. Ben and I looked to each other, and ducked under the couch.
"What are we going to do?" Ben asked. I looked down to the carpet, and let myself think. I looked up to the window, and saw that there was a crowbar. I looked back down to the carpet, and saw a way to get through these fuckers.
"Alright, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to grab that crow bar, you're going to walk up behind the taller one with the butt of your knife, I'll do the same thing, and if the people inside the door come out, you're already going to have the upper hand. We have no idea what we're going to do with them, but we have to." I whispered. I wish I wasn't as close to his head as I was, but there's nothing I can do.
Ben looked to me, and raised his hands, he put his hand in a balled fist, with his thumb right by his second knuckle; followed by another balled fist, with his thumb across his flat knuckles, then an L. He used the Sign Language Alphabet, to sign ASL, which means do you know American Sign Language.
I had a flat hand, and shook it like a boat would be rocking on rough seas. It means "a little," or "not very much,"
He took his left hand, balled it into a fist, and smacked it against his erect right pointer finger. Then he put his open hand to his chest, and pushed it out like he had hit the end of a box. Finally he simply pointed to the back of his knees.
"Hit their knees,"
I took my thumb, and stuck it straight up, then pointed to my back with it. Then I made an O with my fingers, then crossed my middle, and index finger, then wiped down my face with an open hand.
"Front or back,"
He took an open palm, and traced his left side. Then he put his two fists together, then split them as if he was snapping a stick.
"Side. Break,"
He wants me to break their knees? It's a lot harder than it looks! Especially when these people still having working legs!
I signed okay, even though things were going to be far from okay. I walked behind the two angry men, and kicked the sides of their knees with my good leg, and to my surprise, they fell right over. Of course, with screaming. Ben quickly got the other one down, and covered their mouth, as he, ever so slowly, drove the knife in their throat. It wasn't pleasant. It started off smooth, but it got tough real quick. With a lot of force, there was a gut retching crack, and the knife was fully in their neck. A few gurgles, and I did the same. Ben and I left them to bleed out, or choke on their own blood, as we prepared to open the door into something we weren't expecting.
There was a blond, and a dyed haired guy tying up Jack. They had weapons galore. They both clearly heard the screams, and were staring at Ben and I, doused in their friends blood. They were at a loss for words. Ben was quicker than I will ever be. He took his knife in between his thumb, and index finger, and quickly slung it into the forehead of the blond. His eyes crossed, and then fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Not in a million years would that ever work again.
Ben and I chased after the guy with dyed hair, but he was quicker than we thought. He got through the window, and stormed off. Ben took after him, while I stayed, and started untying Sean.
His unconscious head lulled to the side. There was blood dripping from his covered up eye, and from a laceration on his cheek. He actually looked calm for once. His hands were bound tightly behind his back, and ropes were cutting his skin. I untied him, and he quickly fell onto my chest. I gently pushed him back up into his chair, realizing that I am not going to be able to carry him out of here. Especially with all the walkers outside. I sighed, and laid him on the ground, less of a risk for head injury.
I heard limping coming back towards me. I prepared for the worst. That the red haired guy is coming back. I gripped the knife that Ben gave me, and waited for an attack.
As the body came into view, I realized that Ben had won. He had a lock of red hair in his hands too. He limped in, and sawed off a clump of the blond's hair. I'm assuming this is some sort of power thing.
"Dream! Are you alright?!" He asked. I was confused. I wiped my face, and found Sean's blood dripping down my eye.
"I'm fine, I'm fine Ben." I said, standing up. He quickly released, and looked down. He was covered in blood. Not all of is his own. I looked him up, and down. I couldn't contain myself. I flung myself into him, and gave him a tight hug.
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