LJ Idol Week 6: step on a crack
Astro-Twins | Prequel to week 4 but both can stand alone | PG for swears
She was going to die. She saw Mike disappear into the distance, and she was going to die. Her heart was beating a million times a minute and she was going to die.
The zombies were approaching her too fast. She tried to get up again but her foot was caught. She should call out to Mike but that could risk waking more of them. She might be able to handle the handful that was right behind her, if they approached her one at a time or in pairs, but there was only so much she could do.
She reached for her baseball bat and got ready. The first hit landed on the zombies head, making a horrible sound as it almost knocked him off his feet. He straightened up and came at her again. This time she couldn't hold the scream in as she swung again.
He went down with the second hit, just as the second one was approaching.
Her foot came free with her next swing and she turned to face the oncoming mob. She tightened her grip on her bat and realised there were too many. She turned and started to run again, common sense finally taking control of her brain.
“Mike!” she screamed, unable to see him. There were fields on either sides, yellow stalks too high and thick to see through, but the road ahead went on and on and there was no sign of him. She took a moment to assess the situation. Going into the fields might give her cover but there might be more of them in there. She couldn’t run forever, and Mike needed to be able to find her.
She steeled herself and turned to face the mob again. Just before they reached her however, something grabbed her and covered her mouth.
“Don’t,” Mike’s voice said, “don’t scream, come on.” He took her hand and pulled her down the road. They ran and ran until he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the right, down a dirt road that hadn’t been visible before.
“Stop,” he said, doubling over, out of breath, “stop, I think we lost them.”
True enough, when she looked behind them the road was clear.
She collapsed onto her hands and knees, her legs unable to hold her weight any more. She felt the adrenaline seeping away and her heart going back to normal.
“You okay?” he asked, leaning down beside her, his hand on her shoulder.
“My foot got stuck in a crack or something,” she said, “I thought I was going to die.”
“You’re alright,” he said, “we made it.”
She rolled over to lie on her back, hands on her stomach. “We made it,” she repeated.
She was trying to get up when she felt it. Pain shooting through her leg, her ankle not co-operating. “Fuck,” she whispered under her breath but Mike heard her.
“What is it?”
“I’m fine,” she said, trying to put her foot on the ground again, and wincing.
“Sit down,” he said, “let me see.”
He got down on his knees and tried to inspect the damage but every time he touched it, she felt like crying. “I think it might be broken.”
“I have pain killers,” she said, “we should keep moving.”
“Kim-”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, pulling her bag around and taking out the medication, “breaks heal on their own, and quickly.”
“Weeks is not quickly,” he said, stubbornly.
“Michael,” she said, downing the tablets, “you’re going to help me out, we can’t stay here until I’m better, we’re in the middle of nowhere, if we find somewhere safe we can stop, maybe, but it’s not safe here, you know it as well as I do.”
“The next safe place we find,” he said, putting an arm around her.
“The next safe place,” she promised.
She was going to die. She saw Mike disappear into the distance, and she was going to die. Her heart was beating a million times a minute and she was going to die.
The zombies were approaching her too fast. She tried to get up again but her foot was caught. She should call out to Mike but that could risk waking more of them. She might be able to handle the handful that was right behind her, if they approached her one at a time or in pairs, but there was only so much she could do.
She reached for her baseball bat and got ready. The first hit landed on the zombies head, making a horrible sound as it almost knocked him off his feet. He straightened up and came at her again. This time she couldn't hold the scream in as she swung again.
He went down with the second hit, just as the second one was approaching.
Her foot came free with her next swing and she turned to face the oncoming mob. She tightened her grip on her bat and realised there were too many. She turned and started to run again, common sense finally taking control of her brain.
“Mike!” she screamed, unable to see him. There were fields on either sides, yellow stalks too high and thick to see through, but the road ahead went on and on and there was no sign of him. She took a moment to assess the situation. Going into the fields might give her cover but there might be more of them in there. She couldn’t run forever, and Mike needed to be able to find her.
She steeled herself and turned to face the mob again. Just before they reached her however, something grabbed her and covered her mouth.
“Don’t,” Mike’s voice said, “don’t scream, come on.” He took her hand and pulled her down the road. They ran and ran until he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the right, down a dirt road that hadn’t been visible before.
“Stop,” he said, doubling over, out of breath, “stop, I think we lost them.”
True enough, when she looked behind them the road was clear.
She collapsed onto her hands and knees, her legs unable to hold her weight any more. She felt the adrenaline seeping away and her heart going back to normal.
“You okay?” he asked, leaning down beside her, his hand on her shoulder.
“My foot got stuck in a crack or something,” she said, “I thought I was going to die.”
“You’re alright,” he said, “we made it.”
She rolled over to lie on her back, hands on her stomach. “We made it,” she repeated.
She was trying to get up when she felt it. Pain shooting through her leg, her ankle not co-operating. “Fuck,” she whispered under her breath but Mike heard her.
“What is it?”
“I’m fine,” she said, trying to put her foot on the ground again, and wincing.
“Sit down,” he said, “let me see.”
He got down on his knees and tried to inspect the damage but every time he touched it, she felt like crying. “I think it might be broken.”
“I have pain killers,” she said, “we should keep moving.”
“Kim-”
“I’ll be fine,” she said, pulling her bag around and taking out the medication, “breaks heal on their own, and quickly.”
“Weeks is not quickly,” he said, stubbornly.
“Michael,” she said, downing the tablets, “you’re going to help me out, we can’t stay here until I’m better, we’re in the middle of nowhere, if we find somewhere safe we can stop, maybe, but it’s not safe here, you know it as well as I do.”
“The next safe place we find,” he said, putting an arm around her.
“The next safe place,” she promised.