Desus - Our Story.

Chapter 1. Faggot

Paul is an average height man with long light-brown hair, who had been living through the zombie apocalypse. Paul had been living with a few dozens of people, at a base camp under the name of Hilltop. Scavenging for supplies to help out his comrades. Little did he know, his life was about to change during one of his usual scavenger hunts.

It all started, the moment he laid his eyes on this man. A man who goes by the name of Daryl Dixon.

Paul's POV. (11:53 AM.)

I was sitting in a van, on my way back to Hilltop. After scavenging for supplies, for a few days. I was suddenly distracted by some sort of figure, i saw in the corner of my eye as i was looking out on the road. Following with a sound coming from a vehicle, possibly a motorcycle. So i turned my head in curiosity, i looked out the window on my left. And saw a long dark brown haired guy, riding a motorcycle next to my van.

He then turned his head toward me, and looked at me straight into my eyes, then he rolled his eyes. The man looked back at the road. 'Ey' watch it!' He shouted, pointing his finger forward. I quickly snapped out of it, and looked back at the road. 'Shit!' I shouted to myself, as i laid my eyes on a walker a few feet ahead. I gasped and felt like my heart was about to bump out of my chest. I turned the steering wheel as quick as i could, panicking.

BANG! I crashed straight into a tree beside the road, and i flew forward. But luckily i had a seat belt on, which prevented me from flying straight out the front window, but i slammed my head straight into the steering wheel.

At the moment i was barely conscious, as i hit my head pretty bad on the steering wheel, my body was trembling slightly. Suddenly i heard the car door on my right open up. I turned my head toward the car door. I squinted my eyes open, my vision was blurry but i could make out a figure of a man standing outside the van. 'Must have been the man from before' i thought to myself. 'Yer' good?' I heard a husky voice coming from the man i was looking at, as he waved his hand in front of my face. I blacked out, before answering.

(Earlier that day) The man's POV. (11:08 AM.)

I was leaning against my motorcycle, waiting for my mate Rick. We were going out to look for medical supplies. Someone got injured on a run, and we didn't have the right supplies for that. As i looked up at the sky, i felt the wind lightly brushing through my hair. My eyes started to hurt a bit, as it was just about midday. And the sun was shining bright, straight into my eyes. So i looked back down, and saw Rick walking toward me. I stood up straight and crossed my arms.

Rick approached me. 'Yer' ready to go?' I asked. Rick leaned on his leg, and his hands on his hips. 'Sorry Daryl. I have to watch over Judith today, Carl is out. Michonne isn't feeling well.' I sighed as Rick told me that he wasn't coming with me. 'Just bring someone else. Aaron, maybe?' Rick recommended. 'Nah. I'm goin' by myself.' I said without hesitation, feeling slightly pissed off by the fact that Rick couldn't come with me. 'Fine. Be careful.' Rick replied.

I nodded to Rick, as i got on my bike, and started the engine. Rick nodded back, and then he left. 'Eugene! Open the gate!' Eugene turned quickly to me, he looked at me with a shocked expression. 'Must hav' scared 'im' I thought as Eugene opened the gate. I snorted seeing the fear stuck on Eugene's face. Eugene smiled slightly. 'Sorry for scarin' ya!' I said and nodded to him, as i drove off.

(11.50 AM)

I was in the woods driving down an asphalt road, wind blowing through my hair. The sound from the wind blowing past my ears as i drove was suddenly disturbed by the sound of a vehicle. I paused for second, and my eyes started searching for the vehicle. I laid my eyes on a van far ahead, down another asphalt road on my left. 'Hm. This van might hav' sum' stuff. Gotta check it out.' I mumbled to myself, and started the engine on my bike.