Another one bites the dust || TWD

Old Friends & New Friends

Ever since the beginning I have always been on my own. Of course there have been groups here and again but I always decide to leave them behind because I don't want to experience anymore loss.

I was 9 years old when this new age began. I was with my parents at first but the dead managed to attack in the middle of the night. My mom and dad managed to hide me in the basement and told me to stay quiet but they ended up dying trying to keep me hidden.

I spent a couple days down there. Eventually I decided to stop waiting to be saved and I was met with my dead mother and father trying to eat me. I was so scared but in order to escape I had to kill them with the pistol my father gave me before he said goodbye.

Fleeing the house I ran into a family, a man named Kenny, his wife Katjaa and their son Duck. They ran into me when I was running on the side of the road trying to flag down someone to help me. Kenny didn't want to take the risk of helping me but Katjaa refused to leave me behind which I loved her for. "Ken, imagine if it was Duck! I would be so thankful if someone helped my child, we can't leave her here she's someone's baby for heavens sake!" She pleaded and of course Kenny said yes he felt guilty even considering leaving me after he started taking care of me.

I ended up tagging along with them and did my best to survive. Eventually we ran into a group where I met a man named Lee and a girl my age named Clementine. I got to know her and it seemed that I made friends in the apocalypse between her and Duck. We stayed together for months and seemed to have finally found peace. I thought that I had found a family in this world to replace the one I lost but I should've known better.

It should've been a happy ending at least that's what I hoped and prayed for but you know how the world is... Duck got bit and Katjaa died. Kenny went mad and lost himself. I couldn't stand to see anymore blood shed or bodies of those I loved dying. I didn't want to leave Kenny but I loved him and I knew if I lost him too I couldn't move forward. I didn't want to look back or have any attachments. I learned my lesson. So I left without ever bidding goodbye to anybody.

Since that day I just stayed away from groups, only ever interacting with them if I needed food or trades. I've been well off, kenny and lee had taught me to survive and I know his words stuck in my brain based on how long I've been alive. It's been 9 years since everything went to hell.

Right now I'm on the road searching for a place where I can finally settle down, somewhere abandoned with no people or walkers which was extremely rare to come by. I'm not giving up though with the car I traded for a duffel full of food, it should be easy to travel. I'm in the woods driving through a gravel road which seemed to be leading to a barn. I need gas and this barn seems promising.

Parking the car I step out with my axe resting at my side. Inspecting the doors of the barn I'm met with a horrific sight, inside there must be near over 20 walkers.

I turn back to my car. It doesn't look like these walkers just waltzed in there themselves, the doors had a lock on it to prevent anyone from going in or out.

I don't want to stay around to find out who did this but just as I was about to start the engine, a walker was outside my door peering in at me through the window. I look at it in fear and I can feel my heart racing but just as I decide to get the hell out of here something unexpected happened.

The walker took off its face only to expose a human boy around my age, motioning me to stay quiet. "Don't start the engine, walkers will be flooding in the second you do that." He said in a low voice. Oh great another human, oh shit his group is probably around, I need to leave right now but unfortunately I can't do that or I'd put this boy in danger. "Are you alone?" I ask through the window.