Condemned. Sequel to 'Don't Look Back'

Chapter 38

*thank you to everyone who patiently waited for this update, your understanding is very much appreciated*

Rolling up to the Savior's sanctuary late at night is easily one of the most terrifying things I've ever experienced. There were huge satellites on the roof, crickets were chirping like everything was normal. It was an eerie feeling, but I asked for this. It took about an hour to convince Rick I could do this, that I'm capable of killing with little remorse.

Killing with little remorse is a tragedy, seeing as how I was so torn up about killing the intruders a while back. But since then, in the little amount of time that's passed, my eyes have been opened to the fact that not all life is precious.

Some people that are living today do not deserve to be living, it's just a simple fact to me. Some may even think I don't deserve to live because of what I've done before, and maybe they're right. Before the dead started to walk murderers were sentenced to death, but now they're praised.

In order to live, you must kill, and that's what I'm going to do in the sanctuary. I'm going to kill in order for others to live, myself included. I'm working towards a better future for the group, just like Deanna had intended for me to do.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the cold metal of the gun on my fingertips. Carl hadn't come with us, he opted to stay with Judith since his aim was still off from losing an eye.

The car slowed to a stop, and bright red lights made me open my eyes.

"Stop right there!" Someone yelled, and I knew the time had come, there was no backing out of this now.

I was laying in the backseat of the car that the new guy from Hilltop took. His name, which was either Eddie or Andy, I couldn't recall. His job was to deliver Gregory's head, which was actually the head of a walker Glenn killed.

I kept my breathing shallow and silent, knowing if they heard or saw me, it would all be over. Eddie, or Andy, explained how Gregory's nose had been broken, hence his broken hand. One of the two guards I heard bought it, and started making fun of Gregory. Which I will admit, was pretty funny.

The mockery stopped and one of the guards started whistling the Happy Birthday song, and I shifted my grip on my gun.

The whistling was soon cut short by Daryl, his job was to take one, or both of them out. Once I heard the rushing footsteps of everyone else, I knew it would be time soon. The others cleaned up the body and ran back to hiding.

The other guard came out with a Hilltop prisoner, and was soon killed, which was obvious from the cry he let out. Someone hit the car hood twice, my signal to come out.

Rick had given me specific instructions to stay in the shadows and stealthily take out the Survivors. He did not want anyone to see my face.

I was given a pistol with a silencer, and stayed behind the group.

"Find the armory and take them out." Rick whispered, and I nodded, and split off down a separate hallway, cautious and keen.

I put my ear next to the door I came to first and listened for any signs of movement but all I heard was silence. I opened the door with a small creak and saw one person sleeping. I crept over to the bed, aimed for his temple, and shot a silent bullet.

The blood pooled instantly, and I raised my vision and saw disgustingly horrible pictures taped to the wall. People laying on the ground with their brains spilled everywhere, faces unrecognizable. It looked like the were beaten to death by something, maybe a pipe or a baseball bat, or maybe someone's foot. It was hard to tell.

I looked back down at the person I had just killed and decided he deserved it.

I made my way out of that room and into the next, once again listening for any signs of movement only to come up with silence.

Two more rooms I had cleared, and two more rooms with gore filled pictures. Every single one of these people deserved death. But maybe this death they were receiving was too humane for them, but that's not really my call. I'm just following Rick's quick and stealthy plan.

In my moment of being caught up in a who deserves what kind of death thought, I heard a scream come from the hallway over. I squatted down in a dark corner and waited for the commotion to end, but it didn't. An alarm went off.

I swore under my breath and stayed where I was until the rest of the people from the hallway I was in ran to the main part of the building. After the running people stopped, I got out of the room and checked the rest of the hallway for the armory, but to no avail.

I got out of that hallway and shot down a bearded guy who would've spotted me in an instant.

"What the hell?" Someone yelled as the bearded guy fell over. A lean, blonde guy ran to the one I had just killed, and was shot as well. I was only armed with a pistol, and I couldn't afford to be spotted.

It seems in this sanctuary, there were only men, and being a teenage girl was not good in this situation.

I took a right and ran down the first hall I came to, seeing a pile of bloody dead people. I stopped in my tracks as the door opened, my pistol was raised and prepared to shoot whoever came through that door.

I almost pulled the trigger before I saw Glenn. I lowered my gun as well as him, and smiled when I saw the armory behind him. I ran to the doorway and grabbed a handful of guns when I heard Glenn yell,

"Rayne move!" But it was too late. I felt the bullet.

I fell to the ground, grabbing the wound and trying to move out of the way while Glenn killed the person he thought was dead.

I propped myself up against a wall and tried to regain my breath.

"How bad is it?" Glenn asked and I moved my hand.

"I don't think it went through, I think it was a graze." I said, looking at the blood leaking out of my leg. Glenn knelt beside me and moved my hand to look.

"You're right, it was a graze but had he aimed an inch to the left it would've went through your kneecap." I nodded and applied pressure once more as Glenn picked up as many guns as he could carry.

"Give me some, I'm okay." I said, standing back up a little wobbly.

"You sure?" He asked and I nodded, still keeping my weight off of my leg.

Glenn handed me a few machine guns I put around my shoulders.

"We gotta go." He said and I nodded, barely keeping up with him due to the stinging pain from my leg.

Glenn and I finally found the rest of the group and got outside. Even though the bullet grazed my leg, it still hurt like a bitch.

Rick led the group and I put the pistol in the holster Carl lent to me. The sun burned my eyes from the brightness, and I realized that we were in there for longer than I thought.

Glenn helped me stand, and I gave him a nod of thanks.

One of the garage doors of the sanctuary opened, and a man riding a motorcycle was high tailing it out of there, but he was on no ordinary motorcycle.

"Son of a bitch!" Daryl yelled and gunned the man off of the bike. Daryl ran to the man and started kicking him, demanding to know where he got the motorcycle.

Rick and Daryl both pulled their guns on the man, and was fully prepared to shoot him when the walkie talkie went off.

"Lower your weapons, pricks."