Nothing But Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic) Book 2

The Jayco

Kenny Gates road in the back of the Governor's truck. Shumpert, Martinez's best friend road in the back with him while the Governor and Martinez road up front. 

He had just witnessed the Governor kill one of his good friends. A friend that he went to high school with, a friend that he left home with when the world went to shit. Suddenly he was gone, a bullet to the back of the head. 

The ride back to Woodbury was an uncomfortable silence, with each man looking out one of the windows of the truck. That's when the Governor began to speak, "Before we carry on down this path we are going down." He talked while he looked out the window. His voice sounded serious. "I need to know that you all are with me and that you will back me up." He finished his sentence and turned his head and looked at Martinez who was driving.

"You can count on me." Martinez said avoiding eye contact and looking at the road in front of him.

The Governor turned his head towards the back and looked at Shumpert, the large black man who wore his hair in cornrows just nodded his head, understanding.

Before Kenny could turn his head away, he felt the cold stare of the Governor almost as if he was glaring into his soul. Kenny gave the same answer as his friend gave next to him, he nodded his head. Then the Governor faced forward again and the pressure of the man's stare went away. 

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The small group of survivor's that made it out of Woodbury during the raid have been scouting out a large tow-behind camper. They didn't approach it immediately, they waited an hour to see if there was any active, which there wasn't. Garrett and William were the only ones that approached the camper.

The name Jayco on the side of the large tow-behind house. It was in the middle of the woods. Plastic lawn chairs were thrown about the place, almost as if a large wind storm had come through months ago and blew them over. A great big designer fireplace was about 20 yards from the camper. It seemed to have models of the sun and a moose. 

Garrett and William walked quietly up the the door. Whether there were people inside or Walkers, they did not want to disturb them. Both of them were on either side of the door.

William knocked a couple times on the door of the trailer. "Give it a minute." The two did not speak, they just stayed quiet. They soaked in the environment around them. Waiting, watching for the next threat that would come there way. Suddenly they began to hear the banging coming from the opposite side of the door, the two also felt the vibration of the hits and heard the faint moan of a Walker inside.

"Open it." Garrett said placing Rick's python inside his holster, though Rick's gun was bigger than his it still fit in the hostler. Then he grabbed his knife and waiting for William to open the door.

He opened the door and pulled it towards him. The Walker fell right out of the door and onto its face. Garrett wasted no time, he jumped on top of the dead, disease riddled corpse and jab his knife into the base of its skull. Then it ceased to move and make any noise.

William was already inside the trailer when Garrett got up to turn around. The place smelled like death, thanks to the rotting corpse that was inside. On the couch laid a bottle of bleach, the bottle was nearly empty. On the floor laid a pile of dried vomit. "That prick drank bleach." William stated shaking his head as he held the bottle in his hands. Then he threw it to the front of the trailer and it hit the wall and bounced like empty bottles do.

"This will do for the night." Garrett said taking the his belt off and hanging it up on a nearby coat hanger. 

William walked over to the door and placed his fingers to his lips and let out a loud whistle, telling the others that it was safe to come in. The he placed his hunting rifle against the wall inside the camper. Then he let out a sigh. "We should have gotten back to the prison already."

"With Clayton the way he is, we have been moving slower than I originally thought we would." Garrett began to go around to the windows and pull down the blinds. 

"It was a mistake bringing those new people in....they are going to get one of us killed, you know that." William complained. 

Lucas clears her throat as she enters the trailer. She clearly heard what William was talking about. Then the others started to enter the trailer. Each person avoiding eye contact with Garrett and William. 

Garrett waited for everyone to settle in before talking. "We stay here for the night, and we move out at sun rise."

"Can't we just keep moving?" Clayton uttered from the bedroom. Lucas had taken him in there for him to be more comfortable.

"At most we have 20 minutes of sunlight left. We don't need to be out there in the dark tripping over ourselves and getting lost. Especially with the way you are, you've slowed our journey enough as it is." Garrett said insultingly.

Clayton lowered his head, he felt useless and pathetic and was just insulted in front of everyone, including his girlfriend.  

"Get some sleep." Garrett finishes as he walks towards the kitchen table and takes a seat at it.

With what was said everyone began to get as comfortable as possible. It was most likely going to be rough getting to sleep due to the smell inside the camper, but it was better than being outside in the dark. 

Dr. Stevens had gotten up and grabbed a towel that hanged from one of the handles in the kitchen area. He had taken the towel and covered the dried up vomit with it. He did not want to look at it while he laid there, wondering if he was ever going to get to sleep, thinking if he made the right choice to help these people, hoping that he was going to make it to the next day.

Dr. Harold Stevens stayed within the walls of Woodbury nearly from the beginning. He was there before Philip Blake took command. He was there when Gene Gavin was in charge. Before the apocalypse, Gene Gavin served as a Major in the Pennsylvania National Guard, as a survival instructor with the 221st Military Intelligence Battalion at Camp Douglas. Dr. Stevens remembered the Major having icy blue eyes, eyes that seemed to calm everyone he met. Very soon, the flattop haircut man began to be selfish, power-hungry, and psychotic. It was probably the best for Philip Blake to have come along when he did and put Gavin out of his misery. 

Lucas made her way quietly out to the kitchen table  where Garrett sat, he just sat there looking at his hands. She sat down across from him and the two of them were quiet for a few minutes before saying anything.

"I never stopped looking for you guys." Lucas mentioned quietly to him as his eyes looked up at her. "I tried looking for you guys, I was unsure how far they took me from the farmhouse. I climbed over the wall almost everyday to look for you though. Did you end up finding...."

"Connor...." Garrett interrupted her from speaking. "We found him, gave him a proper burial at the farmhouse." Again the silence came a fell across the camper. "Who is Clayton to you?" He blurted out bluntly.

She could feel her hands begin to get a little sweaty. "I like him."

Garrett waited for more of a response but did not get any. "That's it? We risked our lives because you....like him?" He began to sound deranged as he spoke.

She remembered her conversations with Garrett before she was separated from the group, he rarely got mad at her. At this moment, it seemed as if he was mad at her and  he didn't want her talking to him in the first place. "Garrett....please, everything went fine."

"We don't know that." He snapped at her. "Mitchel and Dylan are missing and it's all because you like that kid!" He was worried about his two friends, one being his best friend.

"I'm pregnant!" Lucas half screamed. The two of them were quiet. Maybe they were waiting for the reaction of others if they were awake and heard. Or maybe it was because they were both shocked at what was said.