The Dixon Chronicles

"Departure"

(Blake's POV)

"Alright folks here's the plan."

I reach into my black gun bag labeled "SHERIFF" and check for a sniper rifle that wasn't there.

"Ah hell." I murmur.

"What's wrong?" Daryl asks.

"Left my rifle at a gas station. How the hell did that happen?" I reply.

"I think I might've grabbed it there before we came here. Its in our vehicle though." Glenn says as he removes his  baseball cap and scratches his head.

"Bah, that's alright, if you can get it back to me I would highly appreciate it." I respond.

I grab a scopeless rifle from the black duffel bag and hold it by the barrel.

"You good with that?" Glenn asks.

"I mean I guess. I just don't want to die y'know." I remark.

"Ok so to recap." I point to a ladder in the office leading to the roof, "I'm gonna pick em off to the point where the majority of the dead get on my side of the wall. You and Daryl run to your vehicle and if you can bring me my rifle. Once you guys are good just check in with me through the radio".

"We got it." Daryl states.

"And keep that talkie on 80.0. Last thing we need is some miscommunication/misunderstanding you hear?" I ask Daryl.

"Yup, you got it." he replies.

I climb up the ladder, and go to the south edge of the roof aka the front doors. With one foot on the edge of the roof and the other taking a knee I aim through the iron sights at a random walker out of a dozen.

"Damn, you are one ugly bastard." I chuckle.

This biter was Grey like the others, but he was wearing a typical soldier's uniform; tactical vest, helmet and even more bull, and his jaw was hanging by a thread. The walker has a belt of LMG bullets "Rambo" style on him and a grenade on his vest.

I make a sharp whistle and get its attention, then I shoot the grenade, blowing up other walkers around it. The rest of the plan was in motion. Every Tom, Dick and, Harry heard the explosion and started shuffling over to my side of the building.

"Alright Daryl." I say to myself, "I've done my part. Now it's time for yours."

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(Daryl's POV)

We hear the shots and eventually the raspy groans of the undead disappeared from the large garage door. I grab my gear and nod to Glenn.

"We good?"

"Yeah, now go." chirped Blake through the talkie.

Glenn opens up the garage door while I picked up a shotgun that Blake left for us and aim it towards the big gray square. The door is open and not a lot of walkers were out there. We start bolting to our vehicle to see that it's gone.

"The hell!?" I exclaim.

Me and Glenn stand in awe of what just happened. Did Merle just abandon us? No fucking way, he couldn't do that I'm his brother Damnit we've been through hell together since day one!

"Shit what now!?" Glenn asks.

Walkers are coming in from all directions. Through shrubs, the parking lot, everywhere! and we look like we're in a fuck pit. Eventually we get surrounded and are one by one killing the biters. Glenn and I are back to back getting head shots and I see an opening.

"Hey!" I say, "this way!".

I start running to the gap in the herd and keep running until I'm basically out of the clear near the woods where we came from overlooking the warehouse. I turn to see something wrong aside from the herd.

"Glenn!"

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(Author's Note)

There you go! Sorry I gots school. So here is another chapter for The Dixon Chronicles! Stay tuned for more cause I got break soon!

Thanks again!
Later dudes!

- Neo Baldarrama