Dixon #3

Chapter one

I drew back my crossbow and aimed.
"Another one bites the dust."
The walker I shot fell down and laid down dead for real this time.

I walked to my camp which was nothing but a few things tucked in a backpack tied to a tree branch, simply beautiful and was planning to do some trap making so that if anyone stepped foot around my tree their foot would be chopped off.

I arrived at my camp and was instantly sorry I hadn't set the traps earlier.
"Look there's a bunch of stuff up there," said a voice so familiar but so alien.
I drew back my crossbow and aimed towards a guy in the group of ten, he was a little taller than me and had chin length brown hair.I released and missed.
"Dammit."
"Someone's in the bushes get them." said another guy that seemed to be the leader of the group, he had a hat on so I couldn't see his face other than the the hair of a thick beard.
Some of the guys loaded their guns and jogged toward me I ducked down and hid underneath the bush.
I was wearing a camouflage jacket so I was most likely not to be seen. But I spoke too soon.
"Get off of me or else I will freaking end you!" I screamed.
I reached for an arrow I had stuck in my boot but the second I tried all my arrows were taken away including my crossbow, little did they know about my tucked away guns.
One person was holding me with three others with a gun pointed toward my head, so I just went limp and glared at the people pointing guns at me, I wasn't going to waste ammo on them.

I was tempted to bite the guy holding me but if I did I would be bitting his butt which was not worth it.

There was an Asian guy and two girls one was black with a machete strapped to her back, the other lean with short brown hair.

We finally got to my tree and I was thrown onto the ground and had my hands tied together. I actually got to see the group. I already knew of the boy and of the sheriff and obviously the three people that had guns to my head all that was left was a girl with short greying hair and the guy that was holding me but his back was now towards me so all I could see was his leather jacket and crossbow?
"Who are you?" asked the sherriff.
"I could ask the same of you."
"Do you not want a chance of survival?" asked the girl with short brown hair. I looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Ok I will ask one more time who are you?" asked the sheriff once again.
"I am Cheristy Dixon." I told him the second I sit my name the man with the crossbow turned around and stomped over to me.
"Cheristy?" he said as he bent down and looked me in the eyes.
"No!" I screamed.
"You're gone I saw you leave me you must be dead!" I yelled at him.
"Daryl what the hell is this girl talking about?" asked the Asian guy.
"This girl is my daughter." he said back to him though the grits of his teeth.
"No she got caught in a walker herd she can't be alive." said the sherriff as my memories of the group flooded back.
"Where have you guys even been? I gave up looking for you after two years of searching!" I yelled to everyone.
"We were in a prison for about a year but other than that we've been all over." said Glenn aka the Asian guy.
I nodded it made sense but I wondered how they took down all the walkers that I would imagine would be at a prison....
"Would you like to join us on this hell ride?" asked my dad.
"Yeah speaking of which of you guys need a place I know one, its a little ways north, but last time I checked it was swamped with walkers..." My voice trailed off into oblivion and I remember collapsing to the floor whilst people ran and tried to shake me awake but I was unresponsive and then I closed my eyes.

~FLASHBACK~
Walkers were everywhere, a huge herd moving towards us. I was eleven years old and holding a gun, it didn't seem right but it is the world we live in.
"We gotta head out!"yelled Rick as I got my last couple of shots in at the walkers.
Once I got three or four shots I turned around to leave the area with the rest of the group but all I saw was walkers. My eyes went wide as I pulled my crossbow off my back and started shooting with that, knowing I would run out of ammunition too quickly. The walkers formed a circle around me as they teamed up to try to tears flesh apart.
"Help!" I screamed. I saw my dad between the cracks of the walkers he was yelling to come back for me as he was being held back by Rick.
I continued screaming and shooting. I stopped screaming when I saw my dad running away with tears streaming down his face.
I went on shooting walkers and stood in the middle of the circle shooting. I stood for at least an hour until dozens of dead walkers laid in piles around me.
~END OF FLASHBACK~