Re: Chapter 6 -
The Caravan The Lost Boys "Amongst The Mud And The Blood"
Atlanta:
Saskatchewan? Take Orleans, sneak out of here, quiet as a mouse. You two go find out if it's them. Don't get seen!
Saskatchewan and Orleans were running as fast as they could. they had deduced that the sound they heard was coming from somewhere down the canal, so ,down the canal they went. They ran along the bank on the small little goat trail that paralleled it. From here, it was impossible to say how far away the sound was, seeing as how they couldn't hear it any more. But Saskatchewan was confident they were headed in the right direction.
Saskatchewan was fifteen, sixteen in three more months. His friend Orleans, she was only thirteen, the youngest of all the Lost Boys. Orleans followed Saskatchewan around like a puppy, acting like she had something to prove, like she had to be one of the big boys. She'd cut her hair off so long ago, Sask didn't even remember what her hair had looked like when this whole thing started. He liked having her around. She reminded him of his little sister, who he'd last seen back home in Canada before the Fall, and had no idea if she was alive. Orleans was one tough kid... and she was faster than him. She was all the way around the bend of the canal ahead of Saskatchewan when she stopped dead in her tracks. There, Orleans dropped to the ground suddenly like she'd seen a ghost.
Saskatchewan got low and crept forward.
"Hey, what is it?" Sask asked.
"Shh! Dunno." Orleans snapped back. She parted the grass in front of her to get a better look.
Far off in the distance, near the dugout was a small rusty pump-house, surrounded by the dead. And to the left, much, much closer were two men, traveling through the tall grass.
"Who's that?" Saskatchewan asked, struggling to remember the names of the Caravan people from Slaughter.
"SHH!" Orleans shushed him again.
"Thats the doctor there, and the other one, that's the guy that took Wyoming I think." Orleans' face was scrunched up, she was trying to focus on everybody's movements. The small hill was between Dominic's position and the pump-house, so she knew they hadn't seen the dead yet, but more were on their way, coming from over on the other side of the canal, coming from the far side of the pump-house, and coming from... behind them!
Suddenly a cold hand reached out and grabbed Orleans by the shoulder, pulling her backwards. She let out a reactionary scream, immediately regretting it as she tried to push the zombie off of her. Saskatchewan fell over out of the way of the thing as it grabbed his friend. He stood and charged the walker, his buck knife in hand and he jabbed the thing through the throat. A spray of blood covered his face, making it difficult to see to finish it off.
Orleans, however was on the ball. She drew her makeshift sword (crafted from a brightly coloured piece of scrap steel and meticulously filed to a keen edge) from its home on her back and swung the heavy blade in a double arc to cleave the zombie's head clean (not clean at all) in two.
The ghoul was dead again, but their position was compromised. Dominic had surely heard Orleans' scream and seen their display of commonplace violence. Their cover was blown. Atlanta would not be happy.