“Immune 4
Fire of the Dead”
Story til
now: Vanessa left the camp after telling them she had been bitten. She wanted
to make sure Lizzy was safe before starting out on her own until a horde
attacks the camp again. She makes the choice to return and help out but will
the group accept her back in?
I looked on
as the men surrounded us. The bad people were here and Vanessa wasn't here to
protect me like she said she would. Lori with a soothing voice moved me and
Carl back towards the camper. Dale's camper, I think. "Lizzy, hurry
sweetie." She said. Mom used to call me "sweetie" too, but she's
gone now. Maybe even dead, maybe even here with these bad people. I wish Vanessa
was here. Why did she have to leave? "Vanessa should be here, she can
help." I said to Carl. "She was bitten, she would have turned into
them." He pointed a small finger to the zombies being shot by the men, his
dad too. "No, she's different. You don't understand, she's special."
Please Vanessa, come back, please. I said in my mind. The zombies were close.
There was no way out anymore. The camper was surrounded on one side and a cliff
was on the other. The woman and kids were inside the camper, crying. I wasn't
going to cry. I can here the men outside yelling that they were running of of
bullets. It doesn't sound good at all. "Vanessa!" I screamed out the
window. I hope she can hear me.
The horde was
huge, much bigger than the one before had to be. At a glance, I could see that
the camper was surrounded on all sides. The men tried hard to keep the horde at
bay but were probably running out of ammunition and strength. THe children and
women were inside the camper. "Vanessa!" I can hear Lizzy's voice
scream. It gave me the push I needed to get up the rest of the hill and strike.
I pulled my sword from it's sheath and lept over the few zombies closest to me
to somersault and land in the center. "I'm out!" I heard Rick yell.
"Me too!" Spoke T-dog, I don't really know his true name. I backed up
to the men who regarded me from interest and caution. "The good thing
about swords, they never run out of ammo." I spoke with my bad still
towards them. I grabbed the hilt and sliced side ways through the heads of
three zombies I just lept over. I cut them at the jawline and they fell to the
ground, their scaples spinning like tops on the hard packed earth. I spun to
the left and drove the blade through the head of two more standing one in the
front of the other. I felt the crack of their skulls in vibrations through the
steel. I can also hear the clicking of empty cartridges and threw my pack
towards Rick. "Here! Stay against the camper should any of them get
through!" Rick dug into the pack and drew out an assortment of large
knives, he handed them to the others while Shane used his shot gun as a club.
With lightning speed, I spun out of the way of an incoming zombie and chopped
him at the knees. The legs fell uselessly but the torso still struggling. I
twisted on my left hand and brought the heel of my right foot down on his head.
He lay motionless.
I made quick
work of two more zombies but I was getting tired. My swings were weaker and
less effective. I was also getting sloppy, a walker came up behind me and sank
it's teeth into my left shoulder. I cried out in pain and it's teeth sank in
deeper. I brought my blade through it's head between the eyes and it let go.
The rest of the horde were put down but Rick and the others but I could feel
the warmth of my blood as it fell to my fingers. The group took stock of the
bodies that lay at their feet. Amazingly enough, no one else was bit save for
Vanessa, but that didn't matter much to her. "Vanessa!" Lizzy yelled
as she ran from the camper, Lori trying to stop her. "Lizzy, stop! It's
not safe, stay there until it's safe, you understand?" I yelled back at
her, my vision of her was getting blurry. I'm going to pass out and they are
going to kill me. At least, I won' see it coming. The black edges of unconsciousness
crept in and I fell.
The group
stood back. They were amazed at Vanessa and her skill with the sword. She
easily killed more than half of the horde on her own but a vicious bite on the
shoulder brought her to her knees and she fell. She was still breathing though.
Daryl walked over with an arrow he retrieved from a walker's brain and loaded
it in the bow. He pointed the bow and Vanessa's head. "Stop!" Dale
yelled to him. "You can't do this. Not like this!" He pleaded.
"She's
been bit, twice that we know of. She has to die." Daryl yelled back at
him, his voice tinged with regret. "But she saved our lives, we owe her
that. We owe her not to kill her while she's unconscious at least. She hasn't
turned!" Dale presisted. "At least she won't see it coming. We should
all be so lucky." Daryl mirrored Vanessa's thoughts. The group turned to
Rick.
"We'll
wait, at least until she turns. Then when it's time....I'll do it." They
were grateful to her for saving them, but sadden that she wouldn't be around
longer. Days passed and the group set out for Atlanta. Jim got the fever and
was in the back room with Vanessa still unconscious. Her shoulder was bandaged
and thankfully there was no fever. The group pulled over to let Jim out. He can
no longer travel and asked to be left on the side of the road. A single shot
rang out as the group pulled away.
Days after
that Vanessa moved and her eyes fluttered. "Rick!" Jac yelled out the
window since they were stopped looking for water. "She's waking up."
Rick, Shane, and Jac stood at her bedside. Vanessa didn't get a fever but they
were still weary of who will wake up. Vanessa the human or the walker. Rick
took out his revolver and stood ready. Vanessa slowly looked at them and spoke.
"I'm not dead yet." The shock on their faces was almost comical.
Within and hour, Vanessa was up and about almost as if she was never bitten.
Her wound was healing and she show no signs of turning.
"This is
amazing. This could mean you're immune somehow." Rick smiled for the first
time since meeting him. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, it could just
mean that she's taking longer to turn." Shane spoke up. "But Jim was
bitten and within hours he got the fever. Vanessa was bit days before coming to
our camp and again during the fight and she hasn't turned at all." Dale
concluded. "Even still, I'll make sure to let anyone know if I'm showing
signs, for the safety of us all." "How can we be so sure?" Daryl
asked. "You can't, but I'm asking you to trust me." "Trust is a
commodity that's in short supply." Daryl spoke again hinting at
intelligence underneth his survivalist facade.
"Well,
you have to try." They continued to Atlantic but with new hope that in
their midst they had a possible cure.
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