Silent warrior: A Daryl Dixon Fan fiction

Chapter 2: Escape

I stand up slowly, wiping the blood from my head. I walk over to my things and grab my knife in an introverted panic. I can't make any more noise like that, not again, or I won't survive another night! I go back to the room the biter came from and shine the flashlight inside of it. It's an office, with a desk in the corner of the room with a useless computer and phone on top. There are papers strewn across everywhere and blood staining the floors. I look and see the dead body I took out on the floor behind me, and there's a gash in his arm. I wonder if he bled out from an injury or if he did it to himself. I think back to the day I found out that only a head shot would kill you dead enough to stay dead if you were going to take the suicide route out of this crappy world. It was sickening to know we all have this inside of us. I push the memory from my head and keep searching the room. My eyes land to the side of desk and on the floor is a backpack among some other things. I quickly wrap all the medicine I can into the clothes I have and stuff them into the bag with the non perishable food I found. I leave about half the pile I made, unwilling to risk my life to hold on to things I probably will never get to use. I peer back out through the shelves and notice the door and windows to the store are now fully pressed up against with biters. I need to find another way out, and fast. I run to the back of the pharmacy area and there's a door to a family bathroom. The door's already open, so I quickly pound on it to see if there are any dead inside hiding where I can't see. After a moment waiting, I rush through and find that there's a small window above the toilet I can fit through. I climb on top of the porcelain seat and jiggle at the window. It's stuck. I put some more effort into it but the window won't budge, it's painted shut. I have to break it, I tell myself frantically. I take out my gun, grabbing it by the barrel. I hit the glass hard with the butt of it and it shatters open. Pieces fly outside and inside of the window sill, scraping my face, and drawing more blood. I work through the rest of the glass with my arm and peer outside. There are only a few biters around and none are currently extremely close. I want to clear the glass from the sill, but I hear a shattering come from the front of the building. Enough of them pressed up against it and are now making their way inside, their dead groans slowly getting louder. I don't have time to clear off the glass or wrap my hands for protection, they are walking towards me and moving inside. I need to move, and I need to move now. I throw the bag out of the window and hoist myself up. I wriggle through the tiny space and fall to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Ahhhh" I let let out a small scream of pain. I landed on my ankle and it twisted in the wrong direction. I look up quickly and watch the biters come closer to me. I lift up the bag from the ground and limp backwards keeping my eye in front of me. I stay away from corners and continually rotate my head around keeping a view of 360 degrees the best I can. Although my ankle is twisted, it's not broken and I'll be damned if I let that get me killed. It's been awhile since I've been on my own, but I've done it before and my instincts are kicking in. I don't move fast enough and two biters reach me at the same time one right in front of the other. I take them both out, stabbing one in the head and pushing it into the other. As he stumbles against the dead weight, I lunge the knife into it's eye, twisting it for good measure. I look back up and more keep coming. The only way out of this area is going through the main road, where all the other biters are. I kill 3 more that got closer and turn around to pick up my speed, putting as much distance as I can between us, while trying to ignore the intense pain coming from my foot. I get to the main road and quickly observe my surroundings. All of the biters are pushing into the little shop now. I can see the cracked glass of the door, and it's the only part that hasn't broken yet. The side windows are filled with the dead, looking for me, what they wanted as a meal. I am relieved to be out of there and still fighting. A walker from where I exited comes close, bringing me back to reality and I kill it quickly. I'm still not in the clear and need to keep myself focused on moving. I gimp down the street doing my best to walk over and around anything that will make any sort of noise. I move forward through the tiny town and run as fast as my twisted ankle will let me. I get a few feet passed the now broken into store and I fall forward, scraping my face on the asphalt. I turn quickly to look at what I fell over. As soon as I see it, the biter is reaching for my leg and actually grabbing at my pant leg. It gets a hold of it and I scream instinctively in fear and anger. I kick it in its face, knocking it's jaw off. It loosens its grip from the force and I kick it more, making sure to kill it. As I stand up I notice the swarm of biters have turned their attention from the store, to me. I'm the living object they are after, I'm the only thing they want to eat.

"Shit!" I say loudly again, aware that it really doesn't matter how loud I am after that. I turn and run. Although I'm moving fast, it's not fast enough and they are getting closer. I scan in front of me and spot a tree I could climb. I bee line for the old oak, determined to reach it. I get close and know I need to drop my bag if I want to make it up before they all reach me. I throw the bag with all my force hoping it's landing causes some attention and takes them somewhere else. They won't care about a motionless bag if they find it and I'll need it if I make it out of this alive. I start to climb the tree, I first put one foot on a branch but it snaps easily under my weight. My leg dangles and a walker gets close. I quickly knock it in the head before it gets a good grip and find another spot to put my foot. I can't fall now, or I'll never make it up. The branch holds me and I continue my way up, higher and higher. A few minutes go by and I am safely in the tree. The biters are now surrounding the tree reaching their decayed hands in the air. The oak tree is old, and sturdy, I know that much. It can withstand a couple thousand pounds of dead humans pushing into it. The round base helping keep them off balance and tumbling into each other. They wobble into one anther, eyes trained on me, waiting for the moment I fall and they can feast.

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Thanks for reading! Some members from the group will be introduced in the next chapter, Daryl soon after! Please like/comment if you enjoyed!

Q: Would you survive in a zombie apocalypse?

A: just got our first gun, I'm a decent shot but probably wouldn't survive too long :(