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Fates Unknown (Chapter Two)
Fates Unknown (Chapter Two)
Christa stood, and slowly walked over to the garage door, Omid pulling
himself up with a groan of pain. Christa sighed, and attempted to pull the garage
door open. After several attempts, and Omid managing to help her, neither
managed to get it open.
Its not going to budge. Christa sighed and leaned against the garage
door.
Omid nodded, looking back up at Christa. Well, could be worse . . .
At that unfortunate moment, Christa looked towards the radiator, and her
heart sank. The body of who she and Omid originally thought a dead Walker, was
in fact . . .
Lee.
Lee. Dead.
There were no words to describe what Christa felt. Her hope of Clementine
being safe was banished at the sight of the bloodied head of Lee. His eyes were
closed, his body limp. There was no hope for him. None.
Omid turned his head when Christa didnt say anything, and breathed one
word. Fuck.
A tear fell from Christas eye when she examined Lees lifeless body.
Bullet to the head. Killed him instantly. She sniffed, and wiped her eyes on her
sleeve. He mustve had Clementine shoot him, or he shot himself . . .
Omid put his hand on her shoulder, barely able to speak. Hes handcuffed to the radiator. He knew he had to protect Clem. A little more quietly.
They did the right thing.
That didnt make Christa feel better. She sniffed again, standing and
straightening herself out. Omid pulled her close, still looking at the lifeless Lee,
and he just stayed silent.
And the silence just got too much for Christa.
We need to find Clementine. She pulled away from Omid gently, turning
away from Lee. Or at least a safe place to rest and sleep.
Agreed. He huffed. Getting out of here will be a problem though. I dont
know where that door in the office leads . . . We could stumble right into a herd
of Walkers.
Its worth a shot. If it means getting out of here, then Im all for it. The
quicker we get out of Savannah, the better.
Instead of going straight to the door in the office, Christa moved back to
where the two fell in, attempting to ignore Lee. If we find something to make
this distance shorter, wed be able to get back onto the roof.
Omid kept quiet, searching for ideas. The radiator is pretty close to the
hole. We could use that to climb up?
The woman sighed, looking back at the radiator. Id feel a lot more
comfortable if Lee wasnt hand-cuffed to it . . .
We cant do anything about that right now. Lets just take the chance to
get out of here, okay? Well work out everything . . . later.
Like last chapter, Chapter Two may be subject to the occasional edit. If
you think this chapter was too short, please tell me via PM or review! I
do appreciate the comments, and I cant believe it became what I
consider to be somewhat popular in a short time (compared to my other
stories on Fiction Press...)! Again, reviews suggestions are really
helpful to me, and without last chapters reviews, this chapter would
have been very different!