Dixon Love

29|•Blowups

I stared at his initials. His. I was close. If I just stocked up on some food and weapons, maybe get some shelter for sleep tonight, I could be off in the morning to find him.
If I knew Daryl, he wouldn't travel the night, he would find somewhere safe to stay.
I veered off into the cabin, holding my knife above my head.
To my luck, there was nothing in the cabin.
I closed the door and pushed a cabinet up against it.
I set my bags down and looked off in the cupboards. I didn't find much, just a couple waterbottles and stale saltine crackers.
I unzipped my bag and placed the food inside.
I laid down on the cot and pulled the covers over my head.

The next day

I awoke to the sun just barely rising.
I sat up and looked at the clock hanging above the door.
6:57
I scrambled up and swung my backpack over my shoulder.
I ran outside and out to the woods, continuing my trail.

It wasn't long before I reached a fence.
I noticed a mound of dirt that caught my eye. I bent down and dug with my hands like a dog. Underneath the dirt was a blue bag. I unzipped it and found guns and knives inside, almost like the ones Rick had been carrying.
I took out a machete and a few guns before zipping up the bag and throwing it over my shoulder.
I placed the few weapons back down into the dirt before covering it back up, just in case they actually were Rick's.

I continued my walk for about another hour before I heard a branch snap.
I whipped my head around in the direction of the sound.
A shadowy figure escaped the treeline.
A crossbow stuck in my face.