Nothing But Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic) Book 2

Luck Based

The plan to retake the prison yard was set in motion.

Dave, along with Daryl were in charge of the force going into the fenced area and clearing it out. Rebecca, Lakota and Maggie were with them. Davie and Merle had a spare prison bus. The plan was to put the bus up on jacks, then remove the tires and kick the jacks from underneath it, that way it could be a makeshift fence for them to think of something else for the future. The job for everyone else was that they got a rifle and they were going to watch the backs of everyone.

Daryl had his crossbow on his back, he knelt down to re-tie one of his boots. "Shooting all those geeks in the yard would just drag more of them onto us." He stands back up and looks at Lakota who was arguing about just shooting all of the dead in the yard. "Me and Maggie, we've done this before."

"So have we." Rebecca said coming to the aid of Lakota. "We have all killed Walkers."

"This time it's a plan." Maggie defended Daryl's point in her deep southern accent. "If one of us gets overwhelmed and goes down out there then we stand the chance that we all go down."

Daryl nods his head in agreement. "You stay in formation, and don't break it. Like I said, we have done this before."

"You have?" Lakota rolled her eyes at the muscular man in a bikers vest.

"Why do you think this place isn't crawling with Walkers anymore?" Daryl shook his head at her comment. He has been surprised that this group has made it this long. 

Nobody would openly say it, but there was clearly tension between Garrett's group and Rick's group. Rick's group has been calling themselves the Survivors. While Garrett's group have been calling themselves the Fighters.

Daryl looks at Dave. "You sure you want to do this?" 

He was one of the oldest in the prison. He was the second oldest, Hershel was taking that prize. The difference between he and Hershel was that Dave still had a leg to work with, both to be exact. He wasn't going to let these younger people tell him he was too old for anything, especially when it came to protecting his new home. 

Dave shook his head, he was sure he wanted to do this. "I want to help too, I wanna help keep this place safe."

"Let's do this then." Daryl said as he grabbed his hunting knife out of its sheath on his belt. The others grabbed what ever assorted they have gathered up.

"You all know what to do." Rick stated as he looked at everyone individually. Then he opened the door and the party of five went out.  

Almost immediately as they stepped out the door they were spotted by the Walkers. Each one made their way slowly towards the living bodies. The Walkers seemed to be intimating as they walked. Each one had a unique facial expression and body sway. It was almost as if they were their own being, except they were dead. 

One of the Walkers in front of Dave peaked his interest. The Walker had one ear missing and both it's lips had been bitten off, perhaps that was it's death-kiss from the Walker that turned him into one of the undead. One hand had been mangled and his right bicep was chewed away exposing the white humerus beneath. He had been scalped by some failed attempt to slay him. As the thing drew closer each rattling breath it made, a low growling moan, it chilled Dave's blood. 

Dave gripped the machete in his hand tightly, getting ready to deliver a blow that would surely kill the creature in front of him. Within seconds of gripping his machete, the creature came close enough so Dave could swing his arm with the machete in hand and it cut a clear chunk of head away from the creature and it fell limp. Dave was the first one to engage in the onslaught yet to come.