The Dixons And Me - The Walking Dead FanFiction

Chapter Twenty Seven

A Few Days Later

Daryl was back to his usual self. He only stayed in bed for about a day and then went back to his tent, Sam wanted to be in a tent but both Daryl and Shane weren't having it.

The past few days nothing much has happend. There was quite a lot of bickering between people but nothing major. Sophia and Carl had gotten closer. As did Ellie and Daryl.

Rick had gone out with Hershel and Jimmy for some reason. Sam didn't bother too much with it, but a commotion outside caught her attention.

She was in her room reading when she heard Rick and Shane arguing. She looked outside and saw Hershel, Jimmy and Rick with walkers attached to poles.

She ran as quick as she could downstairs and outside to the barn.

"These are sick people!" Hershel argued.

"No man, these people, these things they ain't sick. They aren't living. Tell me somethin' can a living breathing person walk away from this?" Shane snapped as he aimed his gun and shot at the walkers chest.

"Why is it still comin'?!" He snapped again. He aimed his gun and shot at where the lungs would be.

"That's six rounds to the lungs. How is it still coming?!" He shouts.

"Shane, brother. Enough. Please stop Shane that's enough." Rick begged.

Shane turns to Rick and nods his head.

"You're right man, this is enough." He says as he puts the walker Hershel is holding down and runs for the barn, he removes the wood plank ignoring everyone's pleads not to.

"Enough of living in fear. Who's with me?" Shane asks handing weapons to people.

Andrea, T-Dog, Glenn and Daryl join in shooting at the walkers. Shane turns to Sam and hands her a gun.

"Are you with me?" He asks.

She shakes her head no, but Shane shoves a gun in her hand.

"Enough of backing down Sam. You do what you gotta do to protect your family." He says.

Sam nods her head and begins to shoot, she hasn't really used a gun before so most of her shots hit the walkers shoulders.

It's not long before the walkers have been put down, and there is silence. Until Beth's crying can be heard and she runs for one of the walkers.

"Mom..." She whispers as she holds the walker.

Suddenly the walker lets out a growl and grabs Beth. She let's out a scream and Sam, Shane, Hershel, Rick and Jimmy run towards her.

Rick and Shane pull Beth away and Sam stabs the walker in the head.

Beth wraps her arms tightly around Sam and Sam reluctlently wraps her arms around Beth.

She gently strokes Beth's hair and Beth grips onto Sam's shirt. Jimmy glares at them and then walks away.

Another growl comes from inside the barn and everyone turns their attention to it.

A walker stumbles out and Sam feels like she's about to pass out.

She slowly walks towards the walker, ignoring Daryl, Rick, Shane and Beth calling her back.

She reaches into her boot and pulls out her knife. She meets the walker half way and she pushes it.

"How the fuck are you here?" She hisses.

The walker growls and she pushes it again.

"You were supposed to be torn apart! You left her didn't you!?" She yells.

The walker lunges for her but she dodges and puts her knife into the undeads chest.

"YOU LEFT HER! YOU LEFT MY MOM!!! YOU'RE NO FATHER TO ME!!!" She yells stabbing him over and over again in the head.

Blood squirting all over her face.

"This is for all the times you hit me!" She whispers stabbing him again and again, getting more aggresive.

"This is for Mom."

She feels arms wrap around her and she drops the knife and she falls back into the person's chest as she begins to cry.

"Shhh it's alright Sam." Shane whispers.

She turns around and throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight.

She slowly let's him go and sees everyone looking at her. She wipes her eyes and walks to the house.

She wipes her face but that spreads the blood more. She walks upstairs and into her room and goes to the bathroom and washes her face.

She hears the bedroom door shut and lock.

"Beth I've got nothing to sa-Jimmy..."

Jimmy stands in front of the door, knife in hand.

"Nowhere to run Sam." He smirks running forward knife raised.