The Walking Dead - Is there any good left in this world?

The beginning of the end

You know when its eerily quiet, shits about to hit the fan right? Well yeah that's exactly what happened that morning.

I was sleeping in a small old wooden shed somewhere in the middle of the woods. I wouldn't have been surprised when it collapsed on me during the night, it looked THAT old. But I happened to stay alive somehow. I woke up by the sun shining through all those cracks and the small windows next to the door and the smell of something awful.

It was quiet... too quiet. Not even a single bird or the rustling of the wind in the trees were to hear. I stayed still and waited. And that's when I heard them. The ones that produced that awful odor I was smelling before. Those disgusting dead flesh eating monsters or how I like to call them; Walkers.

One wouldn't be a problem, that thing probably wouldn't even notice me in here. But there were more than just one by the sounds of it. To say I was scared, well yeah I was shitless scared. Like I said, the shed was extremely old and about to collapse, when a group of about 7 walkers were to surround it and try to get their food that's staying inside, they most likely would succeed to get their meal. I was trying my best to not draw their attention but it was already too late, they started banging and clawing on the wood. I jumped in front of the door as fast as I possibly could to block them but my energy was leaving me fast, even tough I just slept. Well I guess not being able to eat for a few days does take a toll on yah doesn't it...

The walls of the wooden shed were shaking and bending in an unhealthy way and I couldn't do anything about it. I was hungry, I was thirsty, I was tired and extremely exhausted... I was weak. The only thing that came to my mind was screaming for help even though there was a very low chance of someone hearing me and coming to my rescue. But I did it anyway. I screamed my lungs out until I couldn't stand up against the rattling door anymore. The screams were taking the last energy I had left in me and I started to slide down the door towards the cold ground. It looked really comfortable and alluring at that moment.

That's when I heard fast steps coming towards the shed. There was no way that this could've been more walkers, they wouldn't be that fast. They are slow and more like dragging their feet over the floor than actual walking. The last thing I heard before I blacked out was the squelching of walker heads.

And here I am, lying in the backseat of a car with strangers standing in front of both backdoors to keep me from harming the group. I tried sitting up but feel myself getting dizzy and lay back down. The movement of the car alerted both men and one of them opens the door to check what's going on. The one that opened the door has beautiful blue eyes, a beard and slightly longish brown/blonde wavy hair. He pointed his gun in my face, eyeing me suspiciously. "Get out of the car" he said in a tone no one wants to disobey. I slowly sat up again but I guess it was too slow since he literally screamed at me "I said get out of the damn car!". I suddenly felt the need to vomit and with my luck right on top of mister 'get out of the car's shoes. Great. Just great...

"What the hell.." the other guy said in a thick southern accent as he walked around the car. He has slightly long brown hair that covers his eyes and a crossbow in his right hand. These two men look hella fine may I add. "I... I'm... I'm so so sorry, I didn't..." I couldn't even finish my sentence as the man with the gun spoke up again "Argh just... just get out of the car now please" he grumbled while running his hand, which wasn't holding the gun, over his face. I did as he said and am now standing in front of these two men while clutching my stomach. It hurts so bad and throwing up didn't make it any better. "Daryl could you go get Hershel please?" the guy to my left said. The other one I assume to be Daryl nodded and walked in the direction this Hershel probably is. "What's your name?" he asked while looking into my eyes "Y/N and you?" I asked back but get only confronted with another question "Do you have a group? People you were with before we found you in that shed?" he asked with gritted teeth. He seemed stressed and worried by the look in his eyes. I only shook my head no to answer his question. There really wasn't anyone I was with after the world went to shit. I was always on my own. He nodded and is about to say something again when this Daryl came back with I assume is Hershel.