The Dead Walking 3

So many things happen in a lifetime. Some are good and some are bad. All of these things make up a person. All of these things determine who you are. I have to say that my memories are mostly bad, but the few good ones are the things that keep me going. (this is the third book in the Dead Walking series)


17. I Need a Plan

          I sprint in the building and look around. I don't see anything, but I hear something. The sound of angry voices and screams. Not just Carl and Katy and Mark though. Other people besides our group. They must have came back. The people we killed. Their group must have come looking for them and realized that we killed them and now they're here for us. Great. Just my freaking luck.

       I walk stealthily throughout the store, hiding behind shelves and in racks of clothing, trying to find them. The voices are getting closer so I am on the right track. I can just barely make a out a voice yelling, "SHUT UP!" It isn't someone from my group.

      I peek my head out from behind the rack and look ahead. My whole group. All of them are tied up to separate poles that help hold up the ceiling. We are outnumbered by at least 5 so there is no way I am going to be able to shoot them all without getting me or someone else killed. I need a plan. Maybe I can wait for some of the people to leave and I can sneak up on them while they aren't paying attention. That's a long shot, but maybe It can work.

       I scan everyone tied up. It goes Mika, Lizzie, Carl, Katy, Beth, Mark, Carol, Maggie, Glenn, Michonne, Rick, Daryl. It looks like they tied them up by size. But one person is missing. Someone important. Judith! Where is Judith?! I look around frantically, but there is no sign of her. I have to find her first. I have to find her before I save the rest of them. Rick and Carl would want me to do. But where is she? She could be dead right now or any minute now they could be getting ready to kill her.

        I take a risky move. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't so important. The big group of people disperse throughout the store and wait for the guard to look away. For a couple minutes I hide behind the rack of clothes, but the guard doesn't take his eyes off of them. I don't have time for this. I spin around, but big arms grab me and hold a hand to my mouth. I feel the anger build up inside me and I kick my leg up behind me. It catches the man in between the legs and he lets me go as he groans. I slam his head down hard on my knee and I see his nose start bleeding. I pull out a mini pocket knife from my bag that I forgot I had. I pull the knife back and thrust it into his head. He falls to the ground and I pull the knife out. I peep my head around the rack to see if anyone heard us. No one did.

       I have to get the guards attention away from them. Just long enough to ask a question or untie one of them. I search the shelf beside me and find the best things I can. A glass, clear vase. I step out from behind the rack, but the guard still cant see me. I turn my body away from the group and get ready to throw it. I pull my arm back and launch the vase across the store. It makes a loud shattering sound and the guard spins around and sprints in that direction. Now's my chance.

       I step out in the main isle. Everyone's eyes widen at the sight of me. "Izzy," Carl gasps. "Go. Get outa here," he insists.

       I shake my head. "No I have to find Judith."

       "We don't know where she is," Rick shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath after saying this.

       "Do you know where she is?" I ask.

       They shake their heads. "Just go... find her and go," Rick tells me.

       I shake my head again. "No. I would get you guys out now, but they would just go after us and they might hurt you guys if someone goes missing. Just cooperate and when I find Judith I will come back and get you guys," I say quickly.

       "Be safe," Carl whispers.

       "I'll be fine," I assure him, even though I'm not sure I believe it myself. I walk up to him and give him a quick kiss. I can feel everyone's eyes on me, but I don't care. "Bye."

        I walk away for a foot or 2, but then I run. I run down so many isles without any success. My worst fears are starting to take over. What if she is dead? What if they already killed her? What if she is dying right now and I cant do anything about it? No! I cant think about this. I cant bear it right now! I block the thoughts from entering my head and continue to run up and down the isles.

       Where would they keep her? Not the baby section because that would be too obvious wouldn't it? Or maybe they're using reverse phscology on us. Oh never mind I'll just check there. I run to the other end of the store to the baby section and check the whole place. When I reach the cribs that's when I hear it. A small cry. A babies cry. I rush over, but throw myself behind a cabinet when I see a guard, guarding Judith.

       I pull my sword out and run at him. He takes a surprised step, backward. He is only able to say, "Wait!" before I have shoved the sword in his chest. I pull it out and blood drools out of his mouth as he falls to the ground.

       I pick up Judith and put her on my back. I keep my sword out beside me, ready for use. I'm not afraid to kill these people. I walk straight back to Carl and the rest of the group. The guard is back with 2 more. Great. I set Judith down in the middle of a rack and walk to the edge of the isle to see what the guards are saying to the group.

       "Okay so we are going to play a little... game. I guess you can call it that. I ask you a question and if you answer it truthfully you live. Now if you don't then... well... you know what," one of the men says. He pulls a gun out from a "home made" pocket made to hold a pistol.

       "Now, we are going to go in order starting at the smallest to the biggest. You," he points to Mika. Carol practically tries to rip herself free of the ropes my jumping forward. She tries without success and falls to the ground.

       "Don't hurt her," she begs.

       "Shut up!" the man snaps. "Now I want to know who threw that vase?" he asks Mika.

       "I don't know," she lies. No! Why would she lie shes going to get herself killed!

       "Now I'm gonna give you one more chance to tell me the truth," he smiles.

       "That's the truth," she lies again.

       "Liar!" he yells. "Why do you people all have to lie? I give you a chance to live and you lie!" He pulls out a knife and looks at Mika. He's going to stab her. But if I save her then I risk the rest of the groups safety. I don't know what to do. Yes I do. He lifts up the knife and prepares to hit her. I step out from my hiding place. 

       "It was me!" I yell at him.

       He turns to me. "Who are you?" he demands.

       "I could ask you the same thing," I snap.

       "Don't you-" I cut him off.

       "Save it! Let the girl go and the rest of them. They haven't done anything," I shake my head. "It was me who killed your friends. Just me," I insist.

       "No!" Carl screeches.

       "Stop Carl. You didn't have any part in it."

       "What are you talking about?" the man asks.

       "I'm saying that I was here alone with the baby and I killed your friends. You can take me, but leave them alone," I explain.

       "Is that true?" he asks the group.

       "No! I was there too. I shot at them. I killed one too. It wasn't just her!" Carl shakes is head furiously.

       "Very well. Take them 2 away and make the rest of them leave," the man instructs the other guards.

       They nod and 2 of them grab me and Carl. "No!" I cry out. "No! Let him go!" I scream.

       I squirm around in the man's arm and he smacks me. I cringe and he throws me over his shoulder, roughly. The other men and women from their group pushes our group along to the doors. The men carrying me and Carl walk in the opposite direction. This is not the way it was supposed to work. They were only supposed to take me. They were supposed to let the rest of them go! Why could Carl just say that it was true? Why did he have to get himself into this? Why does he have to die too? 



        Sorry guys I know this chapter sucks. It doesn't have enough detail and it isn't emotional enough. Sorry. I might go back and make it better tomorrow. I just wanted to get it done and published. Don't forget to like, comment, and favorite. Sorry about the sucky chapter.


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