Chapter 24:

Pain...
Horrible, breathtaking, throbbing pain.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to voice the horrible feeling but I found that I couldn't even make the slightest movement, let alone scream.
I could hear things going on around me. I could feel myself get picked up and rushed out of the house. I could smell the snow and cold as we left the house.
I heard voices. Gavin's and another mans, one that I had a vague memory of.
As I heard the man speak, I felt fear course through me. My mind was screaming at me to wake up fully and tell the group to run. This man was dangerous, incredibly dangerous.
I heard two gunshots, a joined gasp from the group, a few screams, then silence.
I forced myself to wake up. Even though I knew the pain would be excruciating, I had to be awake.
I forced my eyes open just in time to see Gavin's reaction.
Gavin stared at the body that laid near his feet. His face was expressionless as he stared at the dead body of his brother.
When Gavin finally broke from his dead stare, he snapped his fingers at Jack, forcing him to give him the gun.
The moment Gavin got the gun he pointed it at the blonde man's head and shot, not even looking at him and instead staring at his brother again. The man fell to the ground, dead, blood beginning to stain the ground.
"Gavin... We really have to go," Someone muttered. The group began to inch away from the house slowly, trying to get away from the approaching walkers.
Gavin didn't look away from his brother when he responded.
"Go then. I'll catch up," He whispered.
"Gavin you're gonna get caught in the walkers," Geoff said, trying to grab Gavin and pull him away.
"I'm not leaving," Gavin growled.
Geoff grabbed Gavin and began to drag him away. Jack came up behind him and helped Geoff. Gavin pulled against them, trying to get himself free from their hands. Eventually Geoff and Jack resorted to picking Gavin up and carrying him away, which caused Gavin to fight against them.
"No! You can't do this! George!" Gavin screamed.
The group finally turned away from the two dead bodies and began rushing down the road. I closed my eyes again, gritting my teeth together as Ryan began jogging.
Suddenly, a tremendous amount of pain coursed through my body. All the sounds around me came to a stop as I screamed out as loud as I could in pain.
Ryan stopped, getting bumped into by a few other people. That just caused the pain to get worse. I let out little whimpers and yells as the pain worsened.
Dr. Weston dashed over to Ryan. He touched the wound, causing me to squirm away and yell out again. I heard another set of feet crunch on the ground and stand next to Dr. Weston.
"The stitches reopened. I need to finish stitching him up," Dr. Weston said.
"Okay, you can do that once we stop," Ryan said.
"No. I need to do it now. He's gonna die before we stop again," Dr. Weston said.
"Can't it wait? We're about to get overrun by walkers," Barbara said.
"Do you not see the blood? We need to do this now," Dr. Weston said.
The next thing I knew Dr. Weston was having Ryan set me on the ground. He pulled away the bandage that was covering my wound and had Barbara get the sewing kit out.
"What do we do?" Ryan asked.
"Take the others away. Leave a few people here to kill the walkers and protect us," Barbara said.
"I'll stay," I heard Gavin say, obviously having calmed down a bit since his tantrum.
Geoff and Jack also volunteered, Jack getting a new gun from someone else. Dr. Weston began preparing the needle while Barbara helped him.
The first shot rang out shortly after Dr. Weston poked the needle into my side. I groaned out in pain, clenching my teeth together. More shots were fired after that, along with the groans of the walkers that followed.
Dr. Weston continued to poke the needle through the wound. I wanted desperately to swat his hand away but I had to constantly remind myself that this had to be done.
"You're doing good, Michael. We're halfway done," Barbara encouraged.
"Would you hurry it up? I'm almost out of ammo," Geoff said, shooting down another walker.
"I'm out," Jack said.
"I'm going as fast as I can go. Stitches need to be done carefully," Dr. Weston growled, poking the needle into my side again.
"Well, I'm out too. Looks like Gavin's on his own," Geoff said, patting his shoulder and running away with Jack behind him.
Gavin didn't even respond, just continued to shoot down the walkers, one by one. He had a grim look on his face, and he didn't look away from the walkers for a second.
I began to feel dizzy again and Barbara took notice to this, encouraging me to stay awake. I tried to keep my eyes open. I focused on the fear racing through my body and reminded myself that I had to stay awake.
"Fuck," I heard Gavin, mutter. I heard his gun click, telling me and the others that he was out of ammo as well.
"Dr. Weston..." Barbara said.
"I... I'm not done yet," Dr. Weston said shakily.
Suddenly, Dr. Weston stopped stitching up my side and looked up. His eyes widened and he dropped the needle and thread and bolted, abandoning Gavin, Barbara and I.
"Dr. Weston!" Barbara screamed after him.
Fear coursed through my body.
I'm gonna die. This is it.
I kept repeating that in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and saw images of Gavin being torn apart by the walkers, of Barbara screaming and having the same fate as him. I pictured myself laying on the ground, quickly bleeding out and dying at the hands of the walkers as well.
I thought of all the people that had an impact on my life. I saw images of my family, my friends, of Lindsay, dancing before my closed eyes.
I'll be with them soon...
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I'm really sorry if this chapter was repetitive or boring. Also... It's really short so I'm also sorry about this. It was kind of hard to write in Michael's POV and have the story progress when he's half passed out.
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