One Last Try

Chapter 1: Jessie

Megan was taking her dog Jessie for a walk when she came across what she called a bitter. In an instant, she took out a knife from her back pocket and stabbed it in the eye. Megan and Jessie have been alone for 20 months now. After the apocalypse hit almost 2 years back, she's been all alone. She had no siblings, and one day, when her dad went on the run for food, he didn't come back. Her mom was taken out by a bitter shortly after. She was 12 when the apocalypse first happened. She's just turned 14, and she doesn't know what to do with her life. She's thought about ending it all, but then what about Jessie. She can't do that to her. Jessie is a 4 year old golden retriever and is very special to Megan. For her 10th birthday, her dad got her a dog, and that dog was Jessie. She continues walking and hears a faint noise of people talking. She quiets down Jessie and gets closer to the sound. She sees a barn, and there's people inside, specifically this one guy tied up to a post and another guy yelling at him. She gets close up to the barn and crouches down. She puts her ear up to the side and listens in. Megan hears something about a town. A few miles down the road, just as she hears this, Jessie sees a squirel and starts barking at it. Megan tries to quiet down Jessie, but it's not working just as she decides to run the barn doors fly open, hitting her and throwing her on the ground. "What the hell?!" A guy with a brown/grayish beard yells. It seems to be the same guy who was yelling before. "What is it?" A female voice asks the man. As she walks out, Megan notices
that she is tall with dark hair and a sword type thing on her back before she passes out. She wakes up tied to a post beside the other guy. "Did you two come here together!?" The same man asks. I looked at him with an intimidating look, even though anyone could figure out that I was scared out of my mind. "No, i've never met her," the man responded. The scary looking man looked down at me and coldy asked, "What is your name?" "Megan," I mutter. "How old are you? 17? 18?" "14." I replied. The man looked stunned. "Oh, you're just a kid." Ignoring him, I ask: "Where is my dog? "She's fine," the same woman from before with the dark hair responded. "What should we do?" The man asked the woman with dark hair, "I don't know" she responded "Daryl will be back in like 5 or 10 minutes we should wait and ask him, he might know" A few minutes later a man walked in, assuming it was they daryl guy they were talking about. My vision was blured due to my lack of sleep and water. My mind wasn't thinking straight, and I started to go pale. The tall lady noticed and yelled at the guy, "She doesn't look too good! Hey Aaron, do you have any medicine in your backpack?" The man beside who I am now assuming is named Aaron responds with " yeah I do! Front small pocket. Medicine and Water" The lady bends down and hands me them. I take them as she looks at me with sympathy in her eyes. "It's Megan, right?" She asked. I nod my head. "Well, im Michone, and those guys over there and Rick and Daryl." Pointing to the guy who was yelling and the guy who just walked in. Daryl looks familiar, but Megan just can't place him. I overhear Daryl and Rick talking, and they are saying something along the lines of stealing that Aaron guys map and leaving him here. When they get to the topic of me, I can no longer hear them due to my sleep exhaustion, and I sort of pass out. When Megan wakes up, it's in the form of that guy yelling in her face. "WHERE'D YOU GET THAT DOG?" the man yelled while holding Jessie by the collar. "Hey! Let my dog go, " I say back in a tone. "Answer my question," he said. "WHERE. DID. YOU. GET. THIS. DOG. "My dad gave it to me! " I yelled back. "WHEN," he said. "4 YEARS AGO!" I yell back, "Okay. Daryl, let's calm down." The lady named Michone told him. "NO IM NOT GONNA CALM DOWN!" He yelled. "BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE I GAVE MY DAUGHER THIS SAME DOG, WITH THE SAME COLLAR AND THE SAME NANE TAG" He stops after that sentence and looks stunned a bit. "What's your last name?" he asked. "I don't need to tell you that." Megan responded back. "Your. Last. Name, " he said again. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to break the rope that tied me to the post, and then I looked back at him. "Dixon, my last name is Dixon." His face was in shock, and so was everyone else's around him. "Megan?" He said in a softer tone. I knew I recognized him, but it didn't click until now due to my dehydration. I wasn't thinking or seeing clearly. "Dad?" I said back. Everyone else in the barn looked stunned, and then a boy looked to be about my age and came into view holding a baby. "Wait, Daryl has a daughter?" The boy asked Michone. "I thought you said that your family was dead," Rick or Rich, she couldn't remember. Asked Daryl. "I thought so, too." Daryl replied. "Wait, is mom alive?" He asked Megan. "No," I responded with a single tear in my eye. "Have you been alone long?" He asked sympatheticly. "Yes. It's just been me and Jessie for almost 2 years."I'm so sorry. I thought you and mom were dead." "Well I thought you were dead. So.." He started cutting the rope that had me tied to the post. "Daryl, is this really the best idea?" The man asked."She's my daughter Rick! I'm not leaving her tied to a damn post."