Different Worlds |Negan&Daryl|

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I had been training that day, my body was sore, and I couldn't wait to fall asleep. But as I sat there at the edge of my bed, staring at the bowl of pasta in my hand, static rang through the room from the TV. The bright screen caught my attention and all I read was 'STAY INSIDE', then the news came on. It was live footage.

All you saw for the first thirty seconds was chaos. People were running and screaming. Some buildings and cars were on fire. The camera panned to the news reporter whose face was struck with panic. She spoke loudly over everything that was happening around her.

"I'm here in the heart of downtown on Willis Street and things are out of control! There are cannibals walking around killing and eating people. Those who were attacked are resurrecting! Nothing like this was ever heard of or seen before!"

I remember the fear I felt rising in my chest as my eyes never left the screen, then the ringing of my phone made me jump and my bowl dropped to the floor. I reached back running my hand through my green blankets as I continued to watch.

The reporter frantically looked back and forth, "I advise all those indoors to stay indoors and to make sure your loved ones are inside and safe as well. The streets are the last place you want to be tonight, be ca---"

Her scream. I never heard anything like it. I froze at the sound and the sight. The blood poured over her lips as her throat was being torn out by someone's teeth. My stomach turned as I lifted my phone up to my ear.

"Hello..." I answered.

"Jo, it's dad!" He shouted into the mic. "I've been calling you for an hour."

On the screen, the camera dropped to the cement and I could see scrambling feet. The screaming somehow sounded louder than they were before. I'm glad I didn't eat yet because at this point it might have come back up. 

"I just got in. Did you see the news?"

"See it? I was in the middle of it when it started. Pack some stuff, I'm coming to get you."

At the time I lived at the edge of El Paso, Texas. A quiet area and as expected the streets were nearly silent, not a thing was in sight. Honestly, it scared me just a little bit more because according to the television everywhere was in mayhem yet here there was nothing.

"It's some kind of outbreak." I heard my little sister's voice.

"Yeah, we'll be there in five, and don't forget- "

The call dropped, glancing at the small screen it said I lost service. I packed and stood by the window waiting for something to happen until they arrived.

My dad drove us to the nearest highway he didn't think would be backed up, unfortunately however not surprising he was wrong. It was backed up as far as the eye could see. Dad and I both got out of the car, stepped to the front, and stared down the stream of red lights.

"What do we do?" I asked him, peering back at my sister and my pregnant stepmom.

"We'll figure it out..." I watched him ponder his next words. "Might have to cut back through the city. Circle around."

"They're scared, Dad. Going through the city is probably the worst idea, it's a death wish. You have to have a different plan than that."

He looked like he was full of ideas but by the look he gave me I knew where this was going. "What do we do, Jo? Now is the time you put all of that training to use and save us all."

The pressure I felt that night was burdensome, but I knew I couldn't tell him no and he'd do it. We stood there on the hood of the blue sedan in that traffic for half an hour until I figured something out.

"Okay," I finally spoke. "We'll go to your sister's as planned, make sure she's okay. We'll use backroads, the less known the better, and avoid all major cities and highways. No need for unnecessary risks."

All he did was nod his head, clear to me he was thinking something different but wasn't going to speak on it. I saw a man come from within the trees off of the side of the highway, I thought he might've needed help then I noticed he looked like the man I saw on TV, the one who bit the reporter. His eyes were fogged over, and he walked in a stagger. One arm was stretched out and the other looked broken by how it hung at his side.

"Dad, behind you," I warned.

He pulled out a pistol from under his jacket and shot the man in the chest twice with no hesitation, but he proceeded forward. He didn't go down until a bullet shot straight through his head.

"We need to get out of here." He said.

It hit me then when my dad looked at me. The world was ending.