The Dixons And Me - The Walking Dead FanFiction

Chapter Thirty Four

The moon was the only source of light Sam had. She quickly, but carefully walks through the woods, past knocked down trees, past walkers who were quietly growling. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't care. All she cared about was getting as far away from that group as possible.

She couldn't cope with Andrea's glares. Silently blaming her for Amy's death, maybe even Dale's. She couldn't cope with how her life had got turned upside down when she found out Shane was her real dad. She just couldn't cope.

She knew nobody would miss her. Daryl had Ellie and even if he did miss her, he would get over her. Maybe Merle was still alive, maybe Daryl would find him.

Shane wouldn't care. He didn't care for the past sixteen years so why would he care now? Too little too late.

As she walks, she feels her legs getting tired. She looks around and goes for the tree with the lowest branch she could reach.

She walks over to the tree and studies it.

It would have to do.

She reaches the branch without any problems and lifts herself up. She steadies herself before scooting across so her back was against the tree itself.

She heard the low growls and moans and those were the sounds she fell asleep to.

The Next Day

When Sam finally woke up, she didn't know where she was. She rubbed her eyes and then looked around. The memories of the night before came flooding back.

She looked down and saw no sign of walkers, so she swiftly jumped down, she banged her shoulder and hissed in pain.

"Bastard." She growled as she hit the tree.

She let out a quiet cry of pain and clutched her hand. Luckily it hasn't done much damage. Just a little red.

She rubbed it as she began to walk further into the woods.

She felt a someone following her.

She thought nothing of it, until she heard a moan of a walker.

She quickly grabbed her knife and turned around, only to see nothin behind her.

She gave a confused look, and turned around. She gasped as a walker lunged for her, sending her to the ground the walker laying on top of her. Snapping it's mouth, trying to get a bite out of her.

With one hand she kept the walker at distance, with the other she reached for the knife that had fallen from her grip as the walker sent her flying.

She felt her arm become weaker. Her bad shoulder was giving way.

This was for the best.

She closed her eyes, awaiting the pain of the flesh being ripped from her body.

But it never came.

Instead she heard a gun shot and felt a body fall limp on her.

Her breathing sped up as she pushed the dead walker off of her.

She quickly reached for her knife and pointed it at whoever fired the gun.

"Oh for fuck sake." She snapped slowly standing up.

"Did...Did...Did I..I kill it?"

"Yeah. You did. Good job. Now fuck off." Sam says as she turns around to walk away.

"Wait. Sam can we talk?"

"Okay. Were you following me?"

"Yes."