Part 14 (1/2)

They'd never seen a crowd of undead like this. They'd never had to deal with a barrage of infected like this before.

She didn't want to lay low. She didn't want to risk these fences being torn apart.

But she had no choice.

They couldn't fight. They couldn't hold them off.

They just had to lay low and wait.

And hope.

If it turned out they were heading towards their last stand, well... Amy just hoped that wherever Melissa had got to, she was okay out there.

She ran across the ground, pointing towards the cabins and the tents to the people still standing outside. She didn't want to speak. She knew the rainfall was heavy and likely to block a lot of the noise that talking would create, but she just didn't want to take any chances.

She held on to her bow and arrow and stood at the opening of her cabin. Her heart pounded against her chest. She was shaking, but she had to maintain an illusion of calm so that everyone else here didn't just lose their minds.

She smelled the stench of decay building the closer the undead got to the camp, and she tightened her grip on the bow and arrow and prayed.

She thought back to her childhood. Thought back to the time she'd first met her new parents. She'd spent a lot of her childhood in foster care. Her mother, lovely as she was, wasn't fit to look after her. Alcohol, drugs, men. You name it.

She'd enjoyed foster care, though. Sure, some of the other kids could be cruel, but there was always a certainty about it. And there was always that feeling like foster care wasn't permanent. Like eventually, Amy would be going back home to her mum.

But when she finally went to live with her new mum and dad, Jill and Christof, well, things had changed for Amy. It was like a realisation clicked in her mind that this was her new life now. There was no foster care. There was no playing with the other kids. There was just pretending. Pretending Jill and Christof were her real parents. Playing at smiling. Acting as if everything was okay when it really, really wasn't.

Jill and Christof were great people, make no mistake about that. The efforts they went to in order to keep Amy happy; to please her, they were second to none. Amy hadn't exactly made things easy for them. She had her own difficulties and issues. Sometimes, she played the ”you're not my real parents” card, which made her gut churn when she looked back because of just how ungrateful and disrespectful it made her seem.

But ultimately, Amy had loved Jill and Christof. There was never a parent-child bond there, but she loved them for what they'd done for her.

If only she'd realised it and been able to thank them for it while they were still alive.

A bang snapped Amy out of her thoughts. She looked up, into the falling rain.

It was the gate.

”They're-they're pus.h.i.+ng through,” Carly whispered.

Amy swallowed a lump in her throat. She lifted her bow and arrow and watched as the gate shook some more. It seemed like the wall was creaking, too. Like the fences were caving in.

”What do we do?” Carly asked.

”We wait.”

Amy heard Carly's sigh. Carly reminded her of herself when she was younger, in a way. Sceptical of the world. Rejecting of how things were. Carly was also pretty torn up about what'd happened to Chlo; Amy was sure about that. She'd seemed fond of Chlo in the few days she'd known her.

What a cruel world to grow up in.

Stef, who usually guarded the gate, stepped to Amy's side. ”Want me to go take a look how bad we're talking?”

Amy shook her head. ”Out of the question.”

”They're pus.h.i.+ng their way through, Amy,” Annabelle called. ”They're going to get inside here. I know we don't want to fight, but I don't see any other way around this. Not anymore.”

Amy heard the growing dissent around her and she had to remind herself of a truth that was sometimes difficult to face up to in situations like this. She was in service to these people. She wasn't their overarching leader. She made tough calls, but she didn't dismiss them. She listened to them. That's how they'd managed to get as far as they had.

”Then we check the rear wall,” Amy said. ”See if there's any way we can reposition ourselves.”

”You're on about abandoning this place?” Stef said.

”Not abandoning. Just...”

Amy didn't know what else to say, as the gates crashed together some more, as the pressure on the wall grew. She supposed she was suggesting they abandoned this place. But that wasn't an easy reality to face up to. Not now this place had become their home.

She let go of emotion and looked at Stef. ”Come with me. We scan the perimeter for our best option. Everyone else, bows and arrows at the ready. You need to be ready to fight.”

”And if they get in here?”

Amy looked around at her people. ”If they get in here, then you do everything you can to keep them out of here.”

She stepped outside with Stef. Stepping outside was a gut-wrenching thing, mainly because Amy suddenly felt so exposed. There really was just a wall separating her group from the biggest group of undead she'd seen since the beginning.

”We can head to the west if there's a chance,” Stef said. ”See if we can still find that log cabin over in-”

”Wait,” Amy said. She lifted a hand.

”What is it?”

”You hear that?”

Stef squinted. ”Hear what?”

”Exactly,” Amy said. ”They've... they've stopped.”

The pair of them stood in the rain for a few seconds, which was easing. The sky above was brightening a little.

”They can't have just gone,” Stef said.

Amy walked slowly towards the gate. She held her breath as she got closer. Tried to remind herself that they had control of this situation. That everything was going to be okay.

Stef crept just ahead of her. ”I mean, they were here. So many of them. They can't have just...”

Stef peeked through the tiny crack in the gates.

One second, she was standing, squinting outside.

The next, a bony hand pushed its way through the crack and grabbed on to Stef's neck.