Bab 8: Chapter 8
[Sry if it's bad]
After indulging in a satisfying meal, Poul surprised Clementine with a Snickers chocolate bar he stumbled upon. She responded with a sweet, grateful smile that warmed Poul's heart.
As he looked at her, a name suddenly popped into his head... 'Alexa'. Bittersweet memories from his past flooded his mind, evoking both a smile and a furrowed brow. The conflicting emotions caused his fists to involuntarily clench.
Observing Poul's pained expression, Lee approached him and took a seat beside him. Meanwhile, Clementine happily savored the peanut-filled treat.
"Is everything alright with you?" Lee asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Yeah... I just..." Poul sighed and took a swig of water from his bottle. "Just some...sad things came to my mind." He smiled wryly at Lee.
Understanding Poul's hesitation, Lee nodded briefly before asking, "Do you wanna talk about it?"
Poul remained silent for a few moments before changing the subject. "Imma turn in for the night. You two should do the same. Tomorrow morning, we'll head out early. We need to find a car, or something." With that said, Poul went to the room where he had moved the lifeless body and settled down for some shut-eye.
Lee let out a sigh and finished off his water for the day.
"Clem, once you're done eating, it's time to get some sleep too," Lee advised with a gentle smile.
"Okey dokey!"
The next morning, Poul awoke to the feeling of Lee shaking his shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Let's go."
"Okay, just give me a sec," Poul replied, sitting up from the chilly floor and running his hand through his hair to freshen up.
"Me and Clem have already packed up. We can hit the road right away," Lee informed him.
Still groggy, Poul nodded and mumbled, "Yeah, let's get moving."
Together, Poul and Lee walked out of the room where Poul had slept, grabbed their bags, moved the shelf blocking the door, and exited the 24/7.
As they cruised down the deserted road, littered with abandoned cars and debris, their conversation meandered aimlessly. The subjects ranged from school and work to their future plans and experiences. Poul, always mindful of his troubled past, carefully edited his stories.
Along the way, Poul and Lee effortlessly dispatched a horde of walkers, strengthening their bond as a team. Occasionally, they would pause for a quick breather, conserving their limited water supply.
Clem's sharp eyes caught sight of a car nestled in an alley, and she tugged on Poul's jacket sleeve, pointing it out to him.
After a few minutes of inspection, a grin spread across Poul's face. He playfully patted Clem on the head and said, "Well, kid, looks like you just saved our ass - I mean, skin." He quickly corrected himself, mindful of his language around her.
Clem wore a satisfied smirk, but Poul and Lee chose not to mention it. They let her relish in her small victory.
Poul attempted to open the driver's door, but it wouldn't budge. Likewise, Lee tried the passenger side, to no avail. Frustration etched across his face, Poul ruffled his hair, brainstorming for a solution. Breaking the window seemed like a feasible option, but what if they attracted a swarm of walkers? Handling a few would be manageable, even with Clementine nearby, but a large group? Poul wasn't so sure.
Letting out a defeated sigh, Poul announced, "I'm gonna search around and see if there's something we can use to quietly open this damn thing." He momentarily forgot his promise to avoid swear words in front of Clem. "You, Clem, stick close to Lee, alright?" he instructed.
"Okey," Clem obediently replied.
Poul turned on his heel and ventured deeper into the alley, keeping an eye out for any potential tools for carjacking. He gripped his trusty steel pipe, ready for any surprises.
As he scoured the area, frustration building up with every fruitless search, Poul found himself venting his anger by kicking a trash bin. "Fuck it... I mean, if I only had a hairpin or something," he muttered to himself, suddenly realizing that he could have asked Clem if she had one.
Caught in his own foolishness, Poul let out a chuckle, but his laughter was cut short by a low growl.
*Growl~*
Whipping around, Poul was met with the grotesque face of a walker. Its decayed flesh and menacing mouth were poised for a bite, reaching out to grab him.
Fear coursed through his veins as Poul instinctively tried to step back, only to trip over a curb and fall flat on his back. The walker toppled over him, falling right on top.
Frantically, Poul thrust his steel pipe between himself and the walker, desperately trying to keep it at bay.
The undead creature writhed and gnashed its teeth, vying to sink its rotting, feral jaws into Poul's flesh. Struggling to maintain control, Poul fought against the creature's relentless squirming.
All Poul could see in that moment was the undead face, decayed and grotesque, inches from his own. The only sounds he could hear were the growls and clicks of the walker's teeth, an eerily empty reminder of impending doom.
"Argh...!!!" Poul groaned, his arms growing weary from the strain of fending off the walker with nothing but a steel pipe. Cold sweat trickled down his face, his eyes ablaze with the terror of impending death.
"I-I can't... n-no, not l-like this! Come on! F-fuck, shit!" His worry turned into panic, and he began to pep talk himself. "You can't die like this, y-you fucking p-piece of shit!"
Summoning his last reserves of strength, Poul pushed his arms upward as if bench pressing weights, hooking his foot onto the partially eaten stomach of the walker. With one powerful kick, he sent the undead flying a good two meters away.
"Ugh." Poul heaved a heavy grunt of relief, finally freed from the pressuring weight of the walker.
His gaze locked onto the reanimated corpse, anger burning in his eyes. "You son of a bitch!" he snarled, raising his steel pipe high. As he closed in on the walker, he swung his weapon with a big force, crushing its skull and ending its wretched existence in a single, satisfying blow.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone