In This Life

Chapter 1

Hey Guys! I am not new to writing but I am new to Wattpad. I am a huge fan of The Walking Dead and I love Daryl Dixon! I hope y'all bear w/ me and tell people to read my story. I don't wanna write if nobody reads it. This will follow some of the t.v's plot and then my own. Enjoy!

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Leaning over the roof of the building gave me a clear view of what the world has turned into. Bodies littered the streets, a coat of blood spread over every building in the city. I shook my head in remorse. The dead began to walk the earth, and people like me were left to defend themselves.

Letting the Georgia sun beam onto my pale face, my eyes scanned the city streets, looking for an easy way out of this hell hole. I was one of many people who were foolish enough to come to Atlanta during the outbreak. I closed my eyes as I remembered people being ripped apart all around me, as I escaped, untouched. Guilt filled my mind.

I was on the top of the building I had secured, close to the edge of the city, but the walkers seemed to be on edge today, which made me feel nervous about leaving the safety of my building. But I had to get out of Atlanta. Too many walkers lingered here and there were hardly any resources left to keep me alive.

"C'mon Anderson.. think." I pushed myself to find an escape route. Then my eyes flashed to a tall fence that seemed to have a small hole opened up at the bottom. Perfect. I grabbed my pack of supplies, weapons and food, then swiftly made my way to the stairs, when suddenly a group of walkers busted through the door leading out onto the roof.

Without hesitation, I slipped my crossbow off my shoudler and took aim at one's head, hitting it directly in between the eyes. I grinned as I pulled two of my throwing knives out of my back pocket and hurled them through the air. With a crunch, the pierced the skull of two walkers, sendng them to the ground. My eyes searched for different stairs to take until I finally found a rusted ladder leading down to the street below me.  I slung my crossbow over my shoulder and ran for it.

Reaching the ladder, I dropped down my pack first, then turned to climb down the stairs, but not before a walker grabbed ahold of my arm. Its face was inches from mine and I could feel its' rancid attacking my face as his flesh filled teeth snapped at me. I screamed in surprise, but quickly pulled out my hunting knife resting in its sheath on my hip. Before I was able to jam the knife into the walker, it released me, sending me hurdling down the ladder.

I landed on my back. knocking the air out of my lungs. Hearing several cracks as I moved my body, I began to worry. But worry turned to panic when i felt a sharp pain in my side. Blackness covered the edges of my sight, but I managed to lift my head up slightly to look at my side. My eyes widened as I looked at my hunting knife that was now jammed into my side. Deep red blood began to pour out of my side, staining my shirt.

Walkers stumbling down the alley across from me began to notice an injured meal struggling on the ground, and began making their way towards me. I looked around in a panic, trying to decide where to go. Looking to my left, I noticed an empty alley way, then a few feet adjacent from the alley, I spotted the fence with the hole in it. Wasting no time, I pushed my aching body up from the cold concrete, gathered my scattered supplies and quickly limped towards the fence. The loud moans of ravenous walkers only drove my desire to reach the fence and rid myself from this wasteland.

As I reached the fence, I slung my supplies from my shoulder and tossed them over the tall fence. Hearing the moans grow louder, I knew I had to move fast. I pryed the opening in the fence wider and squeezed through. As I made it out the other side, I unzipped my pack and took out a small bungee cord then tightly wrapped the hole close. I turned around to face the fence just as a large, flesh-craving walkers began to push and shake the fence, sticking their rotting hands through the small openings. I let out a loud sigh of relief of temporarily being safe then turned towards the long stretch of road that led our of the dead city. Looking down at my side, I saw that the blood was still seeping through my clothes and down my side. I needed to get somewhere away from the city. I needed to tend to my wound. I needed a plan.  But in this world, plans weren't really an option.