The End Of My World

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

-she is still a loner guys, don't worry.

The sun is bright and blazing. The morning sun is a calming feeling against the exposed skin of my arms. The sun is not too high in the sky, the sky an orangey, blue, pink color. Eyelids Fluttering open, the world around me lively and awake. The soft crunch of leaves and voices filter over the edge of the roof. Shifting my head from side to side and finally settling for staring straight up. The makeshift pillow creates massive amounts of static. My hair stands straight out when I sit up. Flattening my hair with my hands. I breathe in the smell of fresh morning dew.

I grip the ground underneath me, pushing myself up and onto my hands and knees. My bones pop as I straighten, standing up with my arms stretched above my head. Letting my hands fall to my sides, I reach back down. Gripping the handle of my tan backpack, I attempt to pull it close to me. Succeeding, I shift it in my hands. I slowly slide it onto my shoulders, sighing. Taking a few steps I reach the roof's edge. Plopping onto my ass, I used the numerous times the school made us do those damn bus evacuation drills and slid from my ass off the edge and onto the waiting dumpster below.

"God Damn" I mutter. A small grunt from my right startles me. I swing my head around wide eyed while looking for the sound. Looking straight into a set of beautiful blue eyes. I roll my own.

"What the hell do you want" I say.

"Nothing, going out to hunt"

I then hum in thought.

"Interesting"

"Yep" I shift awkwardly in place. The air so thick, I could cut it with a butter knife.

"Well er'm I gotta get goin,"

"Yep"

He scratches the back of his neck. As he turns and strides off towards the gate. Slowly then taking his hand and biting his fingernails.

—-~+~—-

It wasn't long before the Muscular man named Daryl came back, a squirrel hung from his belt. The man was Heaving and looked like he had just run a marathon.

"Herd!" He screamed.

The group that stayed within the walls of this compound all rush outside. They ran up to the gate and the man named Rick spoke in hushed voices with Daryl. Nodding every so often. It was only when the sounds of moaning and the voices of the undead traveled our way, the growls growing louder and louder by the second.

"EVERYONE GET INSIDE!" Rick yelled

"Daryl, myself, Glenn, and T-Dog, stay outside"

The pregnant women named Lori and the girl I would assume was Maggie lead Lori and her son Carl into the prison through an unfamiliar door, the sounds of undead still approaching.

"Walkers to our 1 o'Clock" Rick called.

It wasn't long before the group of undead were knocking at our door. It was hard to count how many but it was enough to scare the shit out of the asian kid named Glenn. My heartbeat, calm and steady as I surveyed the approaching threat, like I had practiced. A group of undead, their sluggish movements making me laugh with excitement, lurched towards us. The air grew thick with a palpable sense of dread, and I could see it in the wide-eyed gaze of Glenn, the anxiety etched across his face.

In that moment, I drew my knives, the familiar weight of the weapons grounding me. The metallic glint of my blades caught the dull light.

I walk forward, The resonance of each footfall echoed in the quiet before the storm. It turning slowly into a jog, then into a sprint as I ran through Rick's group, not following orders.