Short, but intense.
My brain was screaming a thousand things at once.
Beth's a pyscho!
I got Judith!
Where's Daryl?
Wait, go back! Beth!
BETH WAS RIGHT THERE!
I almost died!
HELLO. BETH. B E T H.
Finally, rationality (that very loud voice) broke through and I spun on my heel, hugging Judith close. My instincts were telling me to run. I could have talked it out with the guy, he didn't have to die. I just wanted to run, but I fought the adrenaline and ran back into the building.
Beth was running out, smoke following eerily behind her. "Where's the group?!" She called to me.
"I don't know!" It was a fray. People running, screaming, sirens wailing, fire crackling, and smoke billowing everywhere. It was so loud I literally couldn't see. All my senses were burning, raw, and warped.
Beth latched her blood soaked hand onto my wrist and began to drag me toward safety- the woods. "They'll meet us there!"
Suddenly I remembered someone. I shoved Judith at Beth and wheeled around. "I gotta little boy!"
"Tommy?!" Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh, where is he?!"
"Get Judith safe, I'll be back!"
I ran back into the fray, trying to ignore the harsh attack on my senses. I finally saw Merle, and ran up to him. "Give me the boy! Cmon!" We began to run back toward the wood, the boy stumbling beside me.
I heard a terrible, high pitched whistling and turn around. I saw a flash of sunlight on metal, then I crumpled with a terrifying screech of pain. Blood splattered onto the ground, and everything went black.
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The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~
Fanfiction#31 in Zombies September/3/2018 The world has come to an end. Zombies roam the earth and every day is a challenge of survival of the fittest. You are a part of a group who has managed to stay alive for quite a a while. Your group includes; Carol Ca...
