A Survivor's Diary of the Apocalypse (TWD/Daryl Dixon)

S6Pt17 - 100

I ran so far into the forest that I didn't even pay attention to where I was anymore. I just know that I'm pissed and I need to blow off some steam.
I was so distracted when I was running, that I almost ran into a group of walkers. I laughed when I saw them and held out my blade, and my knife in my hand.
"Come on fuckers!" I said.
They growled at me and I ran straight towards them. I slashed one's arm, almost cutting it off, and pushed it to the ground. I stabbed another one in the head and swung my other arm around, killing another one that was right behind me.
I kept swinging and slashing, until the last walker was one crawling towards me on the ground.
I just knelt down in front of it, and it reached out its hand. I tightened my grip on my knife and then stabbed it in the head, just staring at it.
"I need more.." I thought.
I then stood up and looked around me at the dead bodies. I counted each one and got nine of them.
"Way more." I said aloud.
I turned around and headed deeper into the forest.

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The sun was almost done setting, and I still needed more walkers. I told myself that I would kill at least 100 walkers, and then I would be satisfied. I wasn't so pissed off anymore, but I was determined to reach that goal.
I already killed 86 and only needed a handful more, but it was getting dark and they were harder to spot now.
I saw a group of three walkers in the distance and I crouched behind a fallen log. I peeked over the edge, rested my cast on the log, and steadied my rifle on top of that.
I took a deep breath as I aimed at the first one, and shot it and killed it. The other two turned around, but it wasn't long until they were on the ground.
"89." I said and stood up.
I moved to stand out in the middle of the field, and my gunshots attracted a few more walkers.
"Come on." I said and waved my hand at him. "You want this! Fresh meat, right here."
The walker snapped its teeth at me and began running forwards. I ran towards it too with my arm out, and sliced its head in half.
"90."
In the distance, I heard more snarls, and a few more walkers showed up. I whistled at them and they started running after me.
I aimed my rifle, once again steadying it with my cast, and shot the first walker. I shot another one, but the rest were getting closer. I went to kill a third one, but my gun clicked, and I was finally out of ammo. I sighed as I tossed it to the side and twisted my arm, getting ready to use my blade.
The walker to reach me first was dead in a second as I slashed its arms, and then stabbed its head.
"93." I counted.
The rest showed up in a group, and I counted out seven left. Just enough. But they began to surround me. I turned around in circles, pushing one walker that was too close, and began backing up.
"Come on." I yelled, taunting them. "Come on!"
Two walkers ran at me and I killed them both at once, with a knife in one hand and my blade in the other.
"95."
I then ran into the crowd and slashed one walker's stomach open and kicked it onto the ground.
It then grabbed my foot, catching me off guard, and another walker tackled me from behind. I grunted as I fell to the ground and tried to get the walker off of me.
I struggled to get him off, and the walker just snapped his teeth at me.
"I'm not scared of YOU." I yelled at it.
With all my strength, I pushed it off of me and then stabbed it in the head. I continued stabbing it until I heard a gunshot and the walker next to me was now dead.
"Don't!" I yelled. "They're my kills."
The remaining walkers that surrounded me all dropped dead and I looked around confused.
"Who the hell just killed my walkers?" I thought, getting pissed off again.
I then saw Daryl emerge from the forest with a gun in his hand, and then I knew. I got off the walker and began walking towards him. I was angry, once again, because he killed my kills.
He saw me getting closer and opened his arms for a hug, but I just shoved his chest.
"What the--" He began to say.
"Those were my fucking kills." I said. "What the fuck Daryl?"
He quickly put his pistol away and held up his arms. I just sighed and stared at him.
"You followed me the whole time, huh?" I asked.
"As much as I could. I've been on your trail the last few miles though." He said. "Are you okay?" He then asked.
I just took a deep breath and nodded. "I'm not weak." I then said.
"I have never said you are." Daryl said and then walked closer, and grabbed my hand.
"Did you see all those bodies?" I asked him, and he nodded. "Yeah. I did that. All by myself." I said and scoffed. "And Carol wants to say I'd die out here."
"Yeah, I don't know what's been up with her lately." Daryl said. "But we have to go back now." He said and tried to lead me away.
I pulled my hand back and shook my head.
"Kell, come on." He said.
"No." I said. "I need four more kills."
"Why? You're covered in blood and it's dark out. Four kills won't make a difference." He said.
"I intended to kill a hundred of these shitheads and I'm not going back until I do." I said and began walking off.
"Kell, really?" He called out, and I nodded.
I kept walking away to find four more walkers, and Daryl slowly walked behind me.

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We were at the edge of the tree line when Daryl helped me spot a group of walkers.
"One, two, three.." I mentally counted. "Four. Perfect." I said.
I looked at Daryl and I could tell he didn't want to be out here anymore, and I just sighed.
"This is it." I said and stood up. "Do not kill them unless I say."
He just sighed and slowly nodded, and I took that as my cue to go. I walked into the field, and whistled at the walkers. I pulled out my knife as they looked at me, and spun it in my hand. I better make these ones count.
I held out my left hand first, stabbing a walker in the chest, and then cut off its head with my blade. I threw the body at another walker which knocked it down, and looked at the other two. I stabbed the second walker in the head and held the other one back with my cast. It snapped its teeth at me and bit down on my cast. I then stabbed it twice in the head, and it was dead.
"99..." I said outloud, and then looked at the last walker.
I walked over to it and knelt down on the ground. It was stuck underneath the other body so it could barely even reach me.
I sighed as I raised my knife in my hand, and it just watched me with dead eyes and a snapping jaw.
I lowered my knife and killed it quickly, but took out my remaining anger by continuously stabbing it.
I then felt a hand on my shoudler and I stopped. I looked up and saw Daryl was looking down at me.
"100." I said and leaned back against his legs.
I just shook my head and laughed to myself. "100 of these fuckers." I said.
Daryl nodded and helped me stand up. I finally took a minute to rest and looked at myself. Daryl was right because I looked like a mess, covered in blood.
"I'm sorry." I then apologized.
"You have nothing to be sorry for." He said.
I just nodded and then looked him in the eyes.
"I thought about it, and.." I said and sighed. "I'll stay back with Maggie and Carol tonight. You guys have enough people going in."
Daryl nodded and I could see his smile in the moonlight.
"I'll have your back from the outside." I said.
He nodded again, leaned forwards, and kissed me out of nowhere. I kissed him back, and realized how much I needed him at that moment.
"Thank you." I said and grabbed his hand.
"Let's head back. It'll almost be time once we get there." Daryl said.
I nodded and we walked back together, hand in hand.
"I love you." Daryl said on the way back.
"Still?" I asked. "After all this?"
"Especially after all this."