Constance spun on her heels looking toward the sound of someone whistling, she let out a breath of relief when she saw it was Shane. She swung her bat at the first walker to get to close to her, leaving a dent in the wake of her baseball bat. She knew doing this forever was impossible, but she couldn’t die now. Constance was stubborn, probably one of her best and worst traits but it wa something she relied on heavily ever since things fell apart. Again she swung her bat then backed away to put space between her, and the walkers. Her heart was hammering against her chest as she saw them flood from the woods, it was then she knew that she wouldn’t be able to kill all of them.
Constance jogged over to Shane, “We need to get out of here,” she told him softly as they began to get closer. She noted the blood on his shirt, and looked at him. “Shane, were you bit?” she questioned softly. She didn’t know how else to word the question, it seemed surreal that he’d have gotten bit. The thought of losing someone this close to her, someone she’d grown up knowing put a sharp pain in her chest, and a ache flooded through her heart unlike anything she’d experienced.
"Come on, once we’re safe I’ll take a look at it," she told him lightly then began to back away from the crowd of walkers that seemed to never stop growing. The herd must have followed her, and that would be just her luck - how would she have managed to gain all their interest. Maybe they were just following the crowd. It’d be stupid to think that they had any kind of intelligence but she didn’t know what else to chalk it up to.
“Were you bit?”
The question hardly registered at first. He heard the noise, knew she was asking him something that had to be important, but he couldn’t move. Constance hadn’t just come running out of the woods with a couple walkers on her tail – that was an entire crowd, maybe even the beginnings of a brand new herd. Shane’s stomach gave a painful lurch and he grabbed onto the car door to steady himself again. They had to get out of here. Absolutely. But he could hardly stand up straight without wanting to double over at the ache in his gut.
“Ain’t bit. Stabbed,” he muttered, letting go of the car door to grab her arm. Not to steady himself, but to push her the opposite direction, away from the approaching walkers. “Get the hell out of here. I ain’t fit to be runnin’ anywhere. Just gonna slow ya down.” There were too many. If he stayed, the entire pack would be on him, but it would give her the chance to get out. He’d get her killed if she waited on him.
If he had to go out, at least it would be for good reason. Shane slipped his knife out of his jacket pocket, ready to at least fend off the first couple walkers, and took a few steps back. “I’ll keep ‘em busy. Find you a car. Get in it or under and stay hid for a little while, hear me?”
Constance looked at Shane for a moment then at the crowd of walkers - there was no way in hell she was leaving him behind. Her heart was thudding in her chest, “Get in the car,” she told him softly then looked over her shoulder at him her bat held up.
"Just do it, I can lead them off - I’ll kill them one by one then I’ll be back," Constance told him softly. The metal ‘ting’ of her bat hitting a walker sounded through the air, and she used her foot to finish it off before moving backwards towards the woods again.
"Shane, just do it I’ll be back eventually," she told him with serious eyes but she didn’t know if she was right or not. She could hope but the fear was evident, but fear kept you alive so she’d use it to her advantage. She whistled putting her hand to her mouth, gaining the attention of the herd.