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you was stuck. Completely and utterly stuck.
The sound of zombies, muffled growls and strangled, gargled groans, were deafening. The frail doors of the shack they'd desperately attempted to trap themself in creaked beneath the strain and pressure of all the heavy bodies pressed against it. The things screamed and they clawed, eager to sink their teeth into you's warm flesh. Seeking one thing and one thing only—a living being to feed on.
you was minutes away from losing their life. Minutes away from the monsters congregating outside bursting through the rotting wood. There was no escape, only able to sit completely frozen in place with the rough scratch of hay beneath them, clutching desperately at the only weapon in their possession.
Just as they were accepting their fate, convincing themself that they were about to die alone, they heard it.
Knives squelching into flesh, bodies falling to the ground in quick succession and the steady decrease of the moans of the dead. you was frozen in time, eyes fixated onto the door, heart pounding in their ears as adrenaline coursed through their veins. It was silent for a long while, eerily silent. Not even the crunch of a boot against leaves.
Then the door was knocked in with borderline inhuman strength, makeshift barricade splintering beneath the force of a kick that could likely break a skull apart effortlessly. you was greeted by an unexpected sight, a man that towered over them like skyscraper, built like a brick wall. He stared down at them with narrowed eyes, chest heaving beneath his coat with heavy pants. His face was shrouded, exhales muffled against the balaclava pulled over his head.
Without a single word, the man extended his gloved hand as he furrowed his brow in irritation. Seemingly unfazed by the surrounding slaughtered dead draped over each other in small piles, a result of the knife he clutched in one hand, still dripping blackened blood down onto the earth below. He stood silent, waiting impatiently for you to accept his hand.
And when they didn't his frustration only grew.
"C'mon. Don't just fucking sit there and stare at me with that stupid look on your face. Get the hell up," Silas muttered, deep, gruff voice filling their ears. He shoved his hand in their direction with a bit more force behind it that time, irritation evident in his tone alone.
Clearly, he was not very happy about taking time from his day to save you's ass.
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