For TWD Story Cubes Challenge :D This was really fun to do and a pretty tough challenge. Literally took me an hour to get it under 1,000 words lol I changed the title since my next fic coming out had a similar one.
Warnings: language and mild walker gore
You tightened your grip on your Beretta 92, pointing it towards the ground and safely away from the other Saviors in front of you. Your eyes scanning the trees surrounding you, on high alert. Your gaze landed on Negan sauntering about 20 feet ahead of you, barbed baseball bat draped over his shoulder. This was the first run you were allowed to come on and you’d be damned if you were going to mess this up. You wanted to prove yourself.
Earlier that morning, a couple of scouts came in with news of a crashed plane site about 3 clicks to the East. Though visible storm clouds had begun to form miles away, the Savior leader was confident they’d make it back before it hit. Negan rounded up his usual posse of Arat and Simon as well as a few others. You included.
The group in front of you slowed and you could make out the crash site through the trees. It was the shredded metal carcass of a plane much smaller than you anticipated. But you were certain, there would be some useful finds in there.
Negan gestured to Simon and Arat. “You two, check the plane. Pick it fucking clean.”
“Yes sir,” SImon replied with a playful salute then he and Arat disappeared into the jagged wreckage.
The Savior leader turned to the rest of you. “Marcus, Tommy and Fat Joseph, check the surroundings. Leave no fucking stone unturned.” His intense hazel eyes fixate on you. “Star, you’re with them. Don’t go too far and stay on your fucking guard.”
You grimace at the nickname but nod your head obediently and begin walking away. Weeks ago, Negan had spotted the black shooting star tattoo on the inside of your right wrist. Since you weren’t one for much verbal communication, he dubbed you with that charming little nickname. Though you supposed it could have been worse. It could have been Fat Joseph.
You were so lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize you had walked about two hundred feet from the site, barely hearing the voices of the other Saviors. Inwardly scolding yourself you start to turn around when movement caught the corner of your eye. Raising your gun, you quietly move towards where you saw it when you stare up in surprise. A walker, groaning and reaching towards you, was stuck in a tree. Strapped to the shredded remains of a parachute which was hopelessly tangled in the branches. Disheartened, you begin to turn away when you notice something. What looked like a full fanny pack bulging at the walker’s waist.
You smiled. This was your chance. You could get the pack down and bring whatever was inside back to Negan. Thinking perhaps you could maneuver the walker to remove the pack, you grab a long stick, flicking a large green beetle off first. Jabbing at the walker’s midsection, the stick goes right through the rotted flesh and connects to the tree behind it. You freeze when you hear the sound of angry bees emerging from behind the walker. Fuck! There was a nest hidden back there. The noises the walker made must have drowned out the sounds of the hive. Without hesitation you bolted back towards the wreckage, hearing the deafening buzzing right behind you. You feel at least three sting you painfully and you yelp as you hear the familiar voices of the Saviors. When you burst into the clearing you manage to yell “Bees!” as you run past your group.
This was bad. Very very bad. You could already feel your skin welting up and your throat beginning to close. The earth was tilting and causes you to run smack into a tree, no doubt earning a painful black eye. You roll onto the dry leaves, wheezing, vaguely hearing footsteps rapidly approaching you. Thankfully, it seems as though you outran the hive.
“Fuck! What’s wrong with her?!” You hear Negan yell over you.
“Damn, I think she’s having a reaction to the stings,” Simon’s voice answered, though it sounded as though you were hearing him underwater.
“There was a first aid kit on the plane! There has to be an epi pen in there,” Arat said frantically and then sound of retreating footsteps followed. Your vision was fading in and out and your tongue was swelling up.
“Why the fuck didn’t she TELL us she was allergic to fucking bees?” You hear Negan ask the others angrily and you want nothing more than to respond. You never wanted to be a liability. You were so stupid. And now you were going to die.
Your fingers grab at your throat and you could no longer breathe. This was it. In a world of walkers, you were going to die by fucking bees.
Suddenly you feel a sharp stab into your upper thigh and you’re able to breathe again.
“That’ll work for now but she needs to see the doctor. We need to move her.”
“Fuck! Ok Fat Joseph, pick her up and we’ll-”
As your vision is slowly returning a deafening metallic crack is heard through the trees, startling the shit out of you. The loud sound rings in your ears and Negan lets out a string of angry curses.
“Lightning struck the goddamn plane!”
You feel the thick arms of Fat Joesph picking up quickly and throwing you over his shoulder.
“Boss! There’s a fire!” You hear Arat say and there’s a mad scramble to gather supplies.
“Fuck! Just our mother fucking LUCK! Fat Joseph, run ahead and get back to base. Take Star to Carson as soon as you get there. Everyone else, grab whatever the fuck you can and let’s move! Smokey the goddamn bear isn’t here so we better hope the rain takes care of this shit!”
You bounce uncomfortably on Fat Joseph’s meaty shoulder as you begin to drift away. Your last thoughts before you fell unconscious being of sheer humiliation and defeat.