𝐼𝒩𝒩𝐸𝑅 𝒫𝐸𝒜𝒞𝐸 | Glenn Rhee X Reader

2 - The End of An Era

  2
The End of An Era

I pick up my favorite knife and strap it on my side, next to my pistol. I then sling my quiver containing my arrows over my shoulder, along with my bow. I don't use the pistol. It attracts to many walkers. I've only used it twice in times of emergency.  I always use my bow or my knife on walkers and animals.

  I leave the mildew scented cabin and am greeted with the scent of fresh air. There was a decent rain storm last night, and the water buckets are full. I walk further into the woods and begin to look for an animal to hunt for dinner tonight

I end up leaving with a single squirrel. There wasn't much out there today, and I had a hard time staying quiet with all the walkers out. I'm only a couple miles out from Atlanta, and even a single gunshot has the possibility to draw a swarm of walkers. Using my knife isn't as fast or safe as I would like it to be, but I don't have any other options.

  When I get back to the cabin, I start a small fire and skin the squirrel before roasting it over the flames. I'm still hungry.

  My Dad taught me that squirrels don't have the same meat ratio as most other animals do. One squirrel simply isn't enough food for a healthy human to eat in an entire day. But when it's your only option, you don't have a choice.

  Things have been changing out here. More and more walkers have been coming near the cabin. They've been driving away the deer and turkey that were once plentiful.

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  I wake up suddenly to a bang, and get up quickly to see a walker outside of my door, and another one out in the grass chewing on a raccoon. I crack the door open and use my knife to penetrate its skull, and decide to kill the other walker as well. This is the closest they've ever been to the house.

  Just as I finish off the second walker, I see a third one coming towards me, and I kill it as well. Then a fourth, and a fifth.

  Oh god. There's a swarm coming. And they've seen me already.

  I run as fast as I can into the cabin, and shut the door behind me. I grab my backpack along with two knives, my bow and quiver, pistol, and some rain water I put into a bottle. If I'm lucky they'll pass. If I'm not, I'll have to make a run for it. there's no way the door is holding a herd out, and the rotting walls couldn't either. 

  Things go south quickly. The walkers start banging on the door and soon the walls. I have no choice. If I don't leave now I'm going to die in this cabin. I open the window and jump out.

I look back to see part of the herd had noticed me leave the cabin, and begin to run. They follow close behind me, probably 15 yards or so. I run even faster, and I don't look back.

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