I can't shake off what happened. It was all in a flash. Walkers start coming past trees trying to grasp at me. I dodge them, bending over even if my stomach is cut up. I don't even know where the hell I'm going.
I stop running once i believe I'm far enough from the dead.
How can someone be this cruel? How can they destroy lives and just kill the innocent? I want to pull out my hair, punch something. I ball up my left fist and punch the nearest tree.
"DAMN IT!" I fall next to it, crying, not because of the added pain, but the emotional misery I can't endure. Rick went down. I don't know where my brother or the kids are. Heck, i don't even know if they're alive.
I look down at my bleeding, busted hand. It's blue and purple. Nothing to wrap it in. I shut my eyes for a minute trying to escape it, trying to believe they are alive but i feel hopeless.
A twig behind me snaps. I take my knife in my non-dominate hand and hold it up to only find a half walker on the floor crawling towards me. One of his eyes are out hanging from his socket. In quick action, I stab him right between the eyes.
There's no need for me to be here anymore. Before i turn around to head my way, behind this walker are about a dozen others with their bodies cut in half. I gag at the sight. I run in the opposite direction, out of a possible territory.
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The day is coming to an end and I'm still on this damm road with no food, no water, no medication, nothing at all to keep me going.
I continue to walk down a street full of rundown houses with walkers spotting me. But then again, I'm use to this kind of stuff.
I pick up my pace, running behind a house hoping none of the dead saw me.
The door stays stiff as i try to kick it down. The porch catches me as I fall to the ground. I clutch my stomach hoping none of the stitches came out.
The groans and shuffles across the ground grow louder. I don't have much time. i quickly get up and kick the door as hard as i can until it finally opens. Ahhh! I take in the discomfort in my hand and abdomin. I Shut the door in a hurry and lean against it hoping that they didn't see me.
The sounds of feet stoping across the porch go bye as i pray to stay hidden. Some stop by the door, to listen or spot me, then head in a different direction.
I think I've been sitting here for a while now. I lift myself up and peak through the door window to only see a walker right in front of it. Fear controls me as i duck back down.
The light from the moon illuminates the floor of the house. That is until the walker moves close to the door and it's shadow forms. This can't be happening. When one walker sees you, they all see you.
I try to hold my shakey breath. The groans pause trying to hear for me until it isn't satisfied anymore and leaves the door.
The loose floor board's creak turning my attention towards the front of the room. Oh no. I prep to my two feet, hiding from whatever is with me. I listen one more time to only hear my breathing. Maybe I'm paranoid?
In my boot is a lighter that i always carry along. So far ,that is on me, i have a gun, a knife and a half filled lighter.
I fumble with the lighter as i try to start the flame. My luck, in need, with these have always been low. I usually get it the 4th or 5th try. Never on my first try.
With success, it goes out again but only because I've been spotted: not by the dead, but by the living.
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Officer Blue (Rick Grimes FF)
Fanfiction25 year old Iris, has not seen a human since the 3 years she's been alone. It is until then she discovers that it's better for herself. She has secrets that need to be hidden and that's what separates her from the rest of everyone else. She may...
