[ It all had happened so fast, Isaac's worn out brain was having trouble keeping up. Allison - she'd tried to stab him the moment he found them again, it took everything in him to keep her off him before Derek intervened. Neither one of them had seemed to realize he wasn't one of those things until he spoke. When he spoke the shit hit the fan apparently, Allison had some sort of mini freak out, and before he knew it she was off running in some direction.
Of course, Isaac followed, he couldn't lose her too, not after Scott. The footsteps behind him moving at a similar speed as himself signaled to him that at least one of the others was following. Of course he hadn't seen it coming, the pair of hands that reached out from around one of the corners pulling him towards it, a startled cry is all he could manage as he tried to push the thing away from him, his hand pressing at its chin. At some point during the struggle his hand lost its grip, sliding and giving the walker perfect access to his lower arm, which of course - it took advantage of.
He's not sure the noise that escapes him, but it was definitely blood curdling as teeth sank down deep, he was sure if someone looked they could see the bone. Not that he had the stomach for it, the thing took a chunk clean right outta his arm before someone was impaling it. His free hand moved to wrap as tightly around his arm as he could before he felt stronger arms on him pulling him back, away from the now actually dead biter.
His senses were on overload with the white searing flash of pain from his arm but he didn't need to hear himself to know what he was shouting, by his side was the machete he'd dropped in the attack. ] Cut it off! Quickly! [ It worked in some zombie movies, others not so much, but if he was going to die might as well try. He shrieks the words again, knowing that time is not something he has if he wants to live. ] Cut it off!
⤷Allison + Derek
Of course, Isaac followed, he couldn't lose her too, not after Scott. The footsteps behind him moving at a similar speed as himself signaled to him that at least one of the others was following. Of course he hadn't seen it coming, the pair of hands that reached out from around one of the corners pulling him towards it, a startled cry is all he could manage as he tried to push the thing away from him, his hand pressing at its chin. At some point during the struggle his hand lost its grip, sliding and giving the walker perfect access to his lower arm, which of course - it took advantage of.
He's not sure the noise that escapes him, but it was definitely blood curdling as teeth sank down deep, he was sure if someone looked they could see the bone. Not that he had the stomach for it, the thing took a chunk clean right outta his arm before someone was impaling it. His free hand moved to wrap as tightly around his arm as he could before he felt stronger arms on him pulling him back, away from the now actually dead biter.
His senses were on overload with the white searing flash of pain from his arm but he didn't need to hear himself to know what he was shouting, by his side was the machete he'd dropped in the attack. ] Cut it off! Quickly! [ It worked in some zombie movies, others not so much, but if he was going to die might as well try. He shrieks the words again, knowing that time is not something he has if he wants to live. ] Cut it off!