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Rick Grimes kicked open the door, shooting down the first walker inside the house. T-Dog came up on his right, stabbing the second walking in the head and effectively clearing us a path into the abandoned house.
Our group had been on the road for months now, scavenging through neighbourhood's where kids once played. Now Carl and I were soon to be thirteen, our childhoods spoils by the dead rising.
Daryl turned to the right first, crossbow up and ready to hunt as he moved through the house. Carl and I rushed in last, watching each others backs. My arrow was loaded into my bow, aimed up and ready just like my dad had taught me, Carls gun loaded and his finger on the trigger.
Since the fall of the farm Carl and I have been even more inseparable. The boy with the sheriffs hat kept his promise through the cold winter months, sticking by my side, new fears forming after that fateful night we were separated.
Carl and I nodded to each other, separating momentarily to clear through the house. He went after his father, our groups leader, whip I split off and made my way upstairs.
Reaching the top of the stairs with very little creaking I pushed open a bedroom door, taking a quick Look and deeming it clear. Continuing down the hallway I found a second bedroom, one that seemed to belong to a teenage boy. My feet carried me inside, closer and closer towards the closet which I finally pulled open, no monsters hiding inside.
Hanging on the hooks were a few shirts, I pulled down a flannel shirt which was a mixtures of browns, beige and white, stuffing it in my bag. The next thing I spotted was a small box stuffed into the bottom corner under a pile of unfolded clothes left behind. Brushing the clothes aside and lifting up the cardboard box the inside was full of comics. Quickly flipping through the comic book issues I had found a few that Carl and I had not read yet. Hearing a muffled grunt from down the hallway I pushed the comics into my bag, careful not to wreck the pages.
Raising my bow again I crept into the hallway, locating the room at the end of the hallway, muffled sounds coming from behind the shut door. Slowly stepping forward, careful not to make a sound I reached the door, hand grasping the handle. With a deep breath to calm any nerves I pushed open the door, raising my bow and finding myself in a bathroom. More groans and grunts came from behind the shower curtain where a dark shadow stood, shifting slightly with each grunt.
I glanced over my shoulder, nobody else having come to check the upper floor of the house yet. I steadily put one foot ahead of the other until I could reach out and grab the shower curtain, dividing me from what hid on the other side. Clutching the curtain material in my hand I pulled it to the side, revealing a walker. Stumbling back slightly I raised my bow, arrow ready as I stared down the monster.
Taking a further look at the walker I spotted its foot which, what was left of it, had been caught in the shower drain, preventing it from moving too far. With precision I released the arrow, launching it right into the walkers head, between its eyes, silencing its growls. Slinging my bow around my shoulder I began to search through the bathroom.
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Raising Hell // The Walking Dead
Fanfiction"She's just a kid" "She knows how to survive" Cassie Dixon, only twelve at the start of the outbreak. With her mothers smarts and her fathers skills, can she survive? Or will she have to depend on her found family along the way? Who will make it t...