Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

Or The Other? Pt.2

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Trees whizzed by her face as she ran through the woods, the snarling from walkers a dead giveaway she still wasn't safe. It was now day five of being out on her own, with no idea where she was and no idea if anyone she knew was still breathing. Parker grabbed onto the thin branch of a broken tree, pushing herself away from a walker coming at her from the side, its fleshy hand grazed her arm, leaving a thick bloody streak down the side of her flannel. Looking back over her shoulder, Parker didn't see the fallen tree and she tripped over it with a loud thud, the walker that had grabbed onto her just seconds ago fell over it landing a few inches away from her.

"Go to hell, asshole." Parker grabbed a rock and smashed it through the walker's skull, blood and brains splattering her face in the process. Another groan from a walker had her pushing herself to her feet and back on the run. "Oh, shit." She mumbled as she struggled to keep her footing, her entire body slowly giving up. She could barely see, her vision was blurred, and everything around was just fuzzy blobs. Parker had been alone for a long time, the days blending in an endless cycle, she had almost forgotten what human interaction felt like. After the fight at the prison, she had been on her own, having absolutely no idea what had happened to her family. She had staggered into the woods, swinging her backpack over her shoulders and securing the rifle over her shoulder. But before she could even think about trying to stay behind, try to save any survivors, or wait for Daryl, she got surrounded by walkers and ran to the woods. Being chased through the trees by one too many of them. She couldn't risk shooting her gun. She was low on ammunition, so she didn't dare try to turn on the walkers and start shooting.

She couldn't risk the lead she had on them, not while she was weak, exhausted, and alone. If she was better equipped she wouldn't have a problem with taking care of them one by one, with someone by her side. But running was the only option she had. Run. That's what she had been telling herself since. She had managed to reach a road, looking back, she could make out the prison in the distance and she started to slow to a miserable walk. She was hungry, alone, scared, and worried about the people who had gotten away. If they had gotten away. Parker had worried herself to the point of throwing up, doubling over, and vomiting. Emptying the contents of her stomach onto the side of the road. Her fingers dug into the dirt as she dry heaved but she didn't have anything left to throw up. Wiping off her mouth, a new fear popped into her head. She had never missed a period since she started it and now she couldn't remember the last time she'd had one. A month? Two? She tried to convince herself it was stress, but she knew she couldn't believe that. If stress was the cause then she probably never would have gotten her period after the world ended.

Parker had a constant feeling of paranoia in her gut since they saw the news back at the start. When all she had to worry about was who was going to pick Carl up from school, those were the problems she used to face. She refused to believe it was what she was thinking, but if her hunch was correct.. now was not a good time. She decided the best thing to do to keep her mind occupied was to keep moving. Try to find someone, whether it be a random stranger or a different group just to buy her some time.

Parker never stayed in one place longer than necessary. She found the train tracks a few days after she found something out. Something she didn't know if she should be happy about or absolutely terrified about. During the time she spent sleeping in an old abandoned house, she was searching for some new supplies. She'd found a pregnancy test in one of the bathroom cabinets and decided to prove herself wrong. Parker nervously shifted back and forth on her feet as she waited for the results, looking through her photo collection. She had managed to save those before the prison fell. She missed her group. If there was anything that kept her going, it was the idea that they were out there somewhere and that maybe, just maybe, they would reunite. She smiled as she looked through the photos, old memories flashing through her mind.