Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

Gone

Garrett was awaken by another dream, this time a darker one.

The book of revelation lay open on the deserted street and he walked towards it. As the ink turned to red the book started to bleed. The scarlet droplets oozed out onto the cracked asphalt and took the shape of four curled figures. When the four horsemen rose to their black leather clad feet and called forth, the hooves of four black horses echoed through the silent city. The horsemen sprung upon them. Each one then blackened as if he were becoming one with the shadows and then became no more than a dark mist. 

The Dead now stalked every land and the death toll was in it's billions. It was described as the end times when the media outlets ran. The big cities became derelict shells and the surviving refuges sought shelter in the countryside, which the dead followed them further and further into the country.

There were no more burials, the living would no longer approach a random corpse and bury it, so they rotted right out in the open with their unseeing eyes staring at the unravelling civilization. Lori Grimes, Rick's wife once said, "We bury the ones we love and burn the rest."

He often thought about Rick Grimes and his group, he saw at least three of them drive off away from the farm. Where were they? Were they still alive? They were safe, Shane and Rick would keep that group safe. 

Mitchel had improved, almost immediately over night. He has had a two night and one day rest. He was almost walking by himself, sure Rebecca was there to catch him if he was about to fall. But he never did. His bruises remained however. 

Garrett looked out his window, down at the usual people who would be busy with things that they would normally do in the morning. But not this morning, everyone seemed to be running to the door that lead outside by the gate. He was curious, so he grabbed his belt that was attached to his colt and walked out of his room, down the stairs and out the door.

Walking out he almost ran into Carol as she was covering her mouth and staring ahead at a body. Tom was still alive, but he was rolling in pain on the ground, apparently he was shot. 

"Garrett..." Dave whispered quietly. His whispered was heard by all who stood outside, they turned their heads to look at him. Garrett looks down at the gate, he sees two men standing about 20 away from the fence.

David Leagues notices that Garrett is looking in his direction and wash up to him. He couldn't see it, but David had a huge smile on his face. 

"They want to with meet you, with another person from our group, down there." Dave continued to talk. "No weapons."

"How do we know they don't have weapons?" Garrett asked cautiously.

Dave looked at him with a face that didn't reassure anyone."They told us."

He looked down at the ground before taking his colt out and giving it too Dave.It wasn't something he wanted to do, it was something he had to do. "Lucas." Garrett motioned is head in a way to tell her to come along and she came forward, and gave Dave her pistol and began to walk forward with Garrett down towards the gate.

The other man if anything is fitter looking as the two got closer to them. His face tells of a lean body beneath his wintry garb and his expression is serious but not unkind. He has that salt 'n' pepper look to his hair, but still has youthful skin. He definitely seemed like the type of person that would wear a suite.

"Garrett!" David Leagues bellowed out with his loud voice. "How about you open that gate and come out here and shake our hands like a man?"

Before the Dead began to walk, Garrett read a book on Pontic's War, the Native American Uprising against the British in the 1700's. In order to take the forts, the Natives would tell the British they just wanted to come in and play a game of "lacrosse." The British would open the door and immediately be slaughtered.