dark times(daryl Dixon)

chapter one

"There's no right or wrong anymore it's only survival"

The screams of others had filled the night they echoed threw out the night sirens filled the ears of living some hiding from the people they once knew be turned into flesh eating monsters.

But that was just the beginning of end before there was so much of the living killing one another surviving wasn't the word anymore murder so much blood and pain seeked it's way onto each other.

Blood had dripped from octavias hand tears ran down her face as the memory of her brothers death replayed in her head the blood that splashed on her face the blood that poured from her hand his once handsome face was now smashed in to skull and brains it happend so quick and so fast.

The peaceful days became fear an anger rage built up inside of us every choice making a difference defining who we are what makes us so special.

The night had grew dark the sun had hid behind the moon foot steps walking along the road that once was filled with cars knife being held as they walked across the road stacked on food and supplies the boots were dirty and bloody like a person had just murdered sowmonw and walked threw water.

They had reached a small place like a old workshop or whatever you call them people had stayed inside it was a well runed place you could tell by the things inside and what surround it but little did these two know the trouble of the man running it.

                        ♣︎octavia♣︎

The war of survival had started I don't mean war like ww2 and shit like that no I mean the war that costed so many life's and so much pain.

It's hard theses days to not just shoot the person next to you because your scared that's not how it works around here.

I was 19 when this started I had just gotten home when the outbreak happend it started spreading fast I thought that I would be okay that me and my brother were going to be okay but before I knew it my brother was eating my mom.

I remember the way it felt the sadness that spilled from me my father's anger had risen apon me as I saw my little brother eating my mom I had grabed the lamp on the end table and started hitting him in the head over and over and over until there was nothing left his blood coverd my my hands like I jad stuck them in red paint blood was splashed apon my face.

That's when it started for me I was on my own for a while I had ran Into a few problems here and there a few groups do on and so on.

The days had got darker and colder each day I stayed on my own most days because people just drag you down there's no telling what could happen with dead weight.

I had walked into a old store it was run down dusty old windows were broken and boreded up glass had crunched benth my feet with each step I had reached for my knife in my holster just to be on the safe side.

I had looked around and gathered what I could from the small store but I felt eyes on me the whole time like someone was watching me.

At first I ignored it but it was slowly bugging me there was always that sense in me.

"Come out or I'll cut your throat and feed you to walkers"

I heard the person walk out slowly you could hear the small and slow steps as they walked I had turned my head a little so they could see only the side of my face my clothes were dirty and bloody my hands were dirty from the walkers I have killed so many yet so less my boots were held together by duck tape.

My pants were ripped and torn from the running and fences jumped over my jacket was nothing but leather and cloth holding together my shirt had a few rips here and there.

The man was tall and skinny but well built he wore a hoddie with a leather jacket jeans and a pair of boots and a gun on his side he looked like a dream he had a small beard and ocean blue eyes like a dream.

I had turned around only to find out I k iw the very man that I was once sappreted with in the beginning.