Fallen Angel (Daryl Dixon)

The Aftermath

(I do not own any of the characters in this story except for my own. The story is just my add-on of what I thought would be cool to tell. Thanks for reading.)

All hell broke lose within a short period of time. I couldn't process what was happening. All I knew was that my life was about to change and I was going to lose everything that I loved.

We had just moved from Washington DC to Atlanta six months prior to the virus spreading. At least, that's what the news had called it until they completely went off the air. People began to turn into creatures that were dead but still mobile, and they were collecting in herds. It was dangerous to venture out for fear of being bitten or worse, taken down by a large group and devoured.

My husband Mason and my son Jackson, who had just turned three, were held up in our split-level home outside the city. Our supplies had run out. We were able to collect from homes that were close in the beginning. Many of our neighbors took off before it was too late. At the time, we decided it was better to wait for help than to take our chances to leave. As time passed and with no sign that help would be coming, I had begun to realize we may have sealed our own fate.

I was too afraid to leave the safety of our home to find supplies. We had to do something soon, Jackson was starving, and I couldn't let him die.

"We have to find a way out, Leah."

Mason grabbed my arm he had never been a forceful man, I knew it was from the stress of our situation.

"I know, Mason, but these things are everywhere. We will die out there with Jackson. I can't watch him be torn apart by those monsters."

Mason brushed my hair back from my eyes. "I will go. You and Jackson can stay here."

The fear began to rise, and my stomach dropped. The thought of him leaving and never coming back was more than I could handle.

I shook my head, "No, no, you can't leave us."

I could hear Jackson moaning. I wasn't sure how much longer he could make it without food or water. The power had shut down days ago, and the water stopped running shortly after. We were stuck with no hope of getting out.

"Then we will have to wait for help."

I could see Mason was upset that I wouldn't let him leave, but he also knew that we needed him.

That night, I couldn't sleep watching to make sure Jackson was okay. I kept watching through the night. Sleep came sparingly these days. My nerves were shot, and my mind was always on alert. One screw up, and you pay. We had to stay one step ahead.

It was early morning when I heard voices outside then followed by gunshots. Mason jerked from his side of the bed.

"What the hell was that?"

He ran to the window beside me where I had already planted myself.

"There's a group of men out front." I pointed down at yard. "What are we going to do?"

I looked up, and I could see that he was worried. It was hard to trust others at this point in the game. He wasn't sure if we should get the men's attention or let them pass. We had no idea how bad or how desperate people had become since the end of the world had begun. I weighed our options either we die at the hands of these men or we die by not trying.

Mason looked into my eyes and then down at our weak son. This could be our only chance. He knew what he had to do.

"Hello, we are here..please help us."