Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

We Must Be Killers

“What are we waiting for? That old man isn’t going to sleep forever.” Dylan told the group of them has they slowly approached the last camper in line.

Garrett has gotten Jessica to draw them a map too Leagues's camp. it wasn't what she wanted tot do though. She didn't want anybody to die, on both sides. Seeing those bodies up close, when they surprise attacked David and his men, they gave her understanding. Understanding that humans are no better than the Walkers. Humans might even be more dangerous than them now.

Dylan was the first one to enter the camper, he picked the lock and the others followed him quietly without being seen by any others outside. David's camp was set up like an old campground, where families would come to spend the 4th of July and hang out. On the perimeter there were no guards, just barred wire wrapped around the trees, keeping the Walkers out. They cut the wire in multiple places to let the Walkers in once the gunshots started. 

Dylan signals to Joe and Kenny to shut the blinds. He then signaled Mitchel to lock the door, this guy wasn't leaving here easily. They had to take this guy, he knew where Deanna and William were being held. Dylan walks into the back of the camper, into the bedroom and goes out of sight from the others. The others stand at the front of the RV, waiting.

Garrett pulls the black beanie on his head back a little, so that it sags on the back of his head. He was grateful of Connor giving him a winter hat of some sort. He grew tired of feeling his messy, oily hair with his fingers was he would run them through his hair. Suddenly they hear a scuffle in the back, and then nothing.

“Dylan?” Joe is the first to speak up as everyone is looking in the back. There is no response.

“Think someone should go back there?” Connor asked looking at Garrett. Suddenly Dylan appears with the old man. The man has his hands tied behind his back. Dylan has a gash above his left eye.

“You alright?” Garrett saw the blood coming from his forehead.

“Fine, the fucker came at me with a small pocket knife.” Dylan scoffed throwing the man to the floor of the camper.

Kenny walks over to the man and grabs him by his shirt. “Listen and you listen good! Where is my girlfriend? You have a girl and a guy where with you....you are holding them hostage?” His voice was getting more and more enraged talking about it

“I don’t know what your talking about.” The old man clearly lied as Kenny smacks him in the side of the face with his fists

“Kenny!” Garrett shoved him over to the door. Kenny shakes his head and pears out the blinds along with Joe as they look for anyone who might be coming up to the camper. “Connor stand our friend here up.” Connor walks over behind the man and picks him up onto his feet. “Sorry about Kenny, he can be a little rude. But he has a good heart.”

Kenny grunts in a response

“Who are you people?” The man asked with his voice shaking, he was obviously afraid.

Garrett stands next to the man as he takes out his knife. He begins to wipe the knife on his pants. Maybe it was for intimation, he didn't really know why he did it. “My name is Garrett; we are from a warehouse not too far from here. Your leader, David Leagues, he took some people from us, and we want them back.”

“Like I said, I don’t know......!” The man screamed. Garrett covers his mouth mid-sentence.

“Don’t yell, it won’t end well for you if you do.” Garrett said putting the knife against the man's stomach. Even through the coat, the man's stomach retracts from the knife like it was afraid. “I'm a nice guy...I promise I just want to find my friends?”