In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 1: The New World

I never really thought about how I would die. I mean, if I did it definitely wouldn't be like this. Not by people who have died and came back to life. Only, they're not actually alive, they're what I would call;
the walking dead.

When the broadcast aired over every television station, radio station, anything you can think of, it all said the same thing. If you need refuge to go to Atlanta. My brother, Tyler said he'd meet me there. I had gathered up the essentials: food, water, medical supplies. I placed my hunting knife my brother got me in its sheath and onto my hip. Atlanta was about an hour drive and I knew I needed to get to my brother. He was all I had left. Mom died when I was 10 to breast cancer. She lived about a year after her diagnosis, it hit Tyler the hardest. You could say he was a mommas boy. Tyler was 3 years older than me, he looked after me when mom died because our dad turned into a bitter old drunk. A sad excuse of a human in my opinion. Our dad would get so drunk sometimes he'd sleep in his own vomit, some dad right? I'd noticed that Tyler started to close himself off to everyone. He was never in the house anymore, only until dad went to sleep would he return from wherever he went. It wasn't until I turned 13 that I figured out why. Dad figured I was finally old enough to get the brunt of the beatings he'd give. Tyler ran away from home later that year leaving me to protect myself from the shit hole I was in. I never blamed Tyler for leaving, shit if he got beat the way I did, I would have left sooner. I just wished he took me with him. When I was 16 the old man finally croaked, drank himself to death. Tyler took me in until I turned 18, I left and never looked back at that shitty town again.

I had met up with Tyler just a few miles outside of Atlanta when we heard helicopters over head flying towards the city. We both had gotten out of the car, Tyler flinging his sword that he had gotten from our grandfather over his shoulder and we were watching everything unfold in front of us. Within a few moments, Atlanta was being burnt to ashes. The after effects of the bomb had sent windows of nearby cars shattering. People were running on the highway away from the city as more bombs were being dropped on the outskirts of the city.

I stood there with my mouth agape, not believing what I was witnessing. Tyler had rounded the car and was shaking me out of my trance. He saw a lady with a child running, but were getting trampled by people who were trying to get away from the massacre. He turned toward me still holding my shoulders, "I want you to run Jordyn. Don't look back, don't stop you hear me?" I remembered I shook my head with tears threatening to fall. "Yes, I will come and find you okay?" He pulled me into his embrace squeezing me until I practically couldn't breathe. Before I knew it he was gone. Ran into the cloud of smoke.

I haven't seen him since.

Now to the current situation at hand. I stayed around the city hoping I would find him. Was it stupid to stay in the city looking for Tyler? Probably. Was it reckless? Maybe. Would I do it again? Yes. He is my family, and I was going to stop at nothing to find him. Even if right now about 50 walkers were trying to have me for dinner.

I was currently running down the streets of Atlanta trying to find a way out of my predicament. I had about 50 walkers on my ass and my knife can only do so much. I held my hunting knife tight in my right hand so I could kill any that got too close. I rounded a corner into an alley and ran behind a dumpster. I tried to level out my breathing, but it was no use.

I glanced around the dumpster and I saw a man in a red hat run quietly into the same alley I was in. I saw him talk into a walkie. I quickly turned back around and trying to prepare myself for whatever was going to happen. I didn't know if this man was nice, or if he was going to kill me the moment he saw me. Needless to say, I've seen some shit and it's only been a fucking week. People will do anything to survive.

I heard gun shots sound off nearby. I quickly looked behind the dumpster and saw the man in the red hat grab another guy who was wearing a sheriff uniform. They started to run towards my direction and behind them were about 100 walkers.