#corpsc

          ❛  oh my god. you can’t — a’right. stop ... movin’ my shit. this ... this belongs HERE. i told you a million times, man. i got a real specific set up, here, okay — you can’t just go movin’ things around without askin’ nobody if it’s okay first. & by askin’, i mean askin’ me, ‘cause i’m the only other sumbitch who works here.  ❜

he tries to keep his heavy breaths to a minimum. after all the sprinting he did to get here, the task proves itself difficult. silence is key now, & he’s glad he at least has lack of light on his side for once. the sky is pitch black, & so are most of his surroundings. but that fire casting dancing shadows across the lit-up trees is where he’s headed. the closer he gets, the slower he moves, crouching low with a dagger in a white-knuckled grip.

the second he sees her ━ makes direct eye contact ━ it sets him on edge. there’s a brief moment of relief, but his rage consumes it all, burning more intense than that fire in the middle of the small circle of tents. a finger is raised to his lips, telling her to be quiet. there’s only three guys. three fucking guys. & they’re so fucking dead. the first two go down quietly. one’s back is to abel, & the other is sleeping. it’s when he’s pushing his dagger into the peaceful sleeper’s skull that he’s noticed. a gunshot is fired in the struggle, but abel doesn’t think it hit him. then again, his adrenaline is making him feel invincible, maybe he wouldn’t even notice. still, the guy goes down, nice & quick. not as quick as the other two, but he was scrawny & young, didn’t even know how to properly carry that pistol.

then he’s rushing over to her, hands shaking as he comes down from that adrenaline high. sudden aches & pains present themselves, but they’re muted. his focus is on tatum ━ trying to sever the zip ties around her wrists with the now-blood-covered knife he brought, all while trying not to accidentally cut her wrist in the process. he has a lot to say, but the words won’t come out yet ━ maybe he’s afraid to ask what the hell they did to her.

after not having been spotted for so long, to the point where the sun was nearly setting, ( how long had they been walking ? ) jamie’s confidence grew. until it became careless. he was much closer than before, all of his focus on the man’s back that he didn’t hear the snarling of a walker behind him until it grabbed him. with a gasp, he grabs for his holstered knife, losing his footing & having the thing fall on top of him ━ drooling fresh blood all over his face & nipping at the air. yeah, if the guy didn’t notice him before, he sure as hell would now. but jamie wasn’t ready to turn into a reanimated corpse just yet. with his elbow, he presses it against the walker’s throat, keeping him pushed away as he tries to quickly find an effective angle ━ the knife plunges into it’s brain with as much force as jamie could muster in the uncompromising position, & the second the walker goes limp, jamie is pushing it off of him with a grunt & neglecting to wipe off all the blood on his face. the man is nearly completely forgotten about as he tries to calm his breathing down & sit up again.