Living Proof

Chapter Eight: Hell Came

I charged at the walkers. My eyes flashed to red. I lifted the kantara and hit a walker's head right off. Blood splattered all over me. I growled and ran to the others. I peeked over at Daryl he was doing good. A small smile appeared on my face. I didn't know what I was doing. "Luna watch out!" Screamed Victor.

Suddenly I was pinned down. I cried out in pain because of my ribs. A sting of pure pain as teeth dug into my neck, tempting to rip out my neck. A loud thunk and Daryl pushed off the walker. "Get the fuck up city girl!" He shouted. I got up, blood slowly dripped down my neck. I grunted, suddenly Daryl was pulled away from me.

A walker grabbed him! "No!" I screamed. My eyes burst to tears. A sudden surge of power came through my body. All walkers dropped like a rock. I panted hard, dropping down to my knees. I felt sick. I grabbed my mouth. "What the hell was that?" Asked Daryl. "Your alright..." I said quietly. He stared down at me. "Yeah they didn' bite me." He said.

I quickly rushed over to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly and sobbed. He blinked slight, staring down at me. He was tensed. Then he slowly wrapped his arms around me. He didn't care who was watching me, and I didn't care either. He was silent. Daryl was the one who pulled away. "Are you alright?" I asked softly. He nodded. I looked at the group, they were tired and hungry. "Hey Vic!" I shouted while smiling. My smile faded when I didnt see him anywhere.

"Vic?" I whispered. "Luna..." I heard. I snapped my head towards the fence. There was a lump on the ground. I rushed over to him, "Vic, you can't die." I said while staring at the open stomach. He chuckled weakly, chockin on his own blood. "I can't feel anything." "We are mutaints You cant leave me!" "Your different... Daryl..." He coughed again. Daryl stood by my side. "I still don't accept him till i see that ring from above." I heard him. He began to breath rapidly. Then he was gone. "No!!" I screamed.

(Sorry short guys more tomorrow)