In Love With The Redneck

Stranger danger... Maybe.

I was running for my life from the group of walkers that was on my trail. I could have taken them if I had more than just my crossbow but unfortunately I had lost my only handgun back at the damn pond. I saw an old house with a tiny shed out back. I'd have more of a chance defending the shed than the house. I slammed the shed door just as the first walker got to it. My heart was racing an my mind was reeling, "that was close, too close." I whispered to myself.

I decided to try and wait out the not so long attention spans of my flesh eating friends outside. I wish I hadn't, after a while I began to have time to think about everything. My family, friends, my future. What was to come of this world now that it's all dead? Of me? I haven't seen any other survivors in days, I couldn't be the last one am I? Well if I was there wasn't no reason for me to stay alive but I knew I did t have the guts to end it so I was forced to sit there waiting for my inevitable end.
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I woke up to the sound of someone rustling around outside the shed. I thought it was another walker that had come across my scent. I went to peek out of the shed window until a beam of of a flash light swooped across the shed, "someone's in there." I heard a guy with a deep southern accent like mine say. Well at least I know their alive and not walkers.

"What? Probably just a walker, Daryl." Another mans voice said but it was more northern. All of a sudden the shed door busted open from being kicked by one of them. It was the one with the flash light, he swept the light  across the small shed and stopping once he spotted me crouching behind a barrel I had hoped was big enough to cover my smaller frame, "find anything?" The other guy asked.

"Yea, a girl." The southern one said, "hey come on we're good people." He said to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"Don't talk to me like I am a child." I said. That took him by surprise. I noticed he had a crossbow slung onto his back which made my lips smile at the corners. He stood there starring at me with a somewhat attractive but also distracted look. I had to admit the man was breath taking, " so now what?" I asked.

"Um follow me." He said in an almost hushed whisper. I nodded and he led me out of the shed and there I was faced with seven others. I was shocked that there was so many. "Told you it ain't no damn walker."

"Sorry, Daryl but you can never be to sure." The guy with the more northern accent said. I noticed he was in a sheriffs uniform but it wasn't Atlanta's uniform. The sheriff turned his attention to me, "What's your name?"

"Erin." I told him. He looked at the other group members and sighed, "I am not gonna beg you to let me join your group, I don't need it - but I would gladly just to be around living people again."

"How many walkers have you killed?" He asked.

"To many to count on my hand and feet together." I said.

"How many men have you killed?" He asked. I looked down. I didn't want to answer that question. "Tell us, we need to know that we can trust you."

"One." I said.

"Why?" He asked. I sighed I was getting tired of all these questions.

" Asked me to... He had gotten bit. " I said wiping a tear away, "It was my brother, been on my own ever since and that was about two months ago."

"My names Rick, my wife Lori and son Carl." He said, "That there is carol, Sophia, Shane, Andrea and Daryl." I looked at them all, "We have more back at camp."