My Hunter || D. Dixon (On Hold)

Two - The Lucky

Given the choice between friends and family, who would you choose? It's a simple answer for me, it's family. You wouldn't choose friends like those you call, "just friends", clearly they aren't good enough to get the status of being a second family. Looking at things the way that I do, if you keep your friends close enough then you wouldn't be faced with that question of choosing.

It's simply saying that your close friends should be family enough to you. So close that when it comes down to it they shouldn't be labeled as "just friends" but rather as a family. I guess it's hard now to tell who's really your family and who's really your friends.

Caleb watched as I motioned for him to stay put, walking back to the back room. He moved Jessica behind the counter, telling her to stay there. I opened the back door, bow pointed with an arrow is drawn. Caleb held the door as I make my way to the street, shocked to see a small group of people fighting off walkers. I pull back the arrow, taking in a breath before letting it go.

The walker it hit dropped before it could take a bite out of the Asian kid. He looked to the arrow before looking over to see me at the alley entrance, motioning to follow me. "Come on!" I shout, catching all of their attention. "This way!" They made a beeline towards me, killing just about all the walkers in their way. The Asian kid had pulled out the arrow before rushing over to where I was.

Just as they all got through I closed and locked the gate that leads to the alley. Not a word was said when I motioned to the door that my brother was holding. Walkers started to pile up on the gate, making them rush to get inside the store. Once they were all in we closed the door, walking into the main room to question them. Jessica was still crouched behind the counter, watching as I pointed my bow at the group.

Caleb had his rifle in hand, eyeing up the group of misfits. "Names, where are y'all from?" He questioned them, gun trained on two of the biggest in the group. They looked at each other for a moment before the Asian boy took a step forward, stopping when Caleb pointed the gun at him. He raised his hands in the air, putting away the machete that he had in his hand.

Caleb glared before turning back to the other three men in the group. "I'm Glenn," he starts. "That's Merle, Andrea, T-dog, Jacque, and Morales." He lists off, pointing to everyone when their names were called. I looked at the group over once more before slowly lowering the bow. "We're from a group outside of Atlanta." He explains, lowering his hands when I nod to Caleb. Caleb lowers his gun, staring down the white male, Merle, for another second before setting it down on the counter top. "Do you guys have a group?"

I glance over to Caleb before shaking my head. "Nah, went to hell, the last one we were in." Glenn nods his head, looking down as his group shifts behind him. "I'm Luna, that's my brother Caleb, and his daughter Jessica." Glenn sends a smile to the nine-year-old in Caleb's arms when he picks her up. Glenn's group dispands at that, going off to pick the place apart. "Looks like you guys will be here for a while." I motion to the front doors and window, that were currently swarmed by walkers.

Glenn nods his head, watching as the walkers claw at the glass with a shiver. "Yeah." He agrees with a slight shiver. "Oh, this is yours." He hands me the sharp-tipped arrow and I thank him. Glenn heads off to talk to one of his group members, Andrea, about the situation. I lean against the counter, watching the walkers as I fiddled with the arrow in my hand.

"You think we can trust them?" Caleb questions, leaning beside me, his eyes trained on Jessica, who was talking with Jacque about the jewelry behind the counter. "I mean, they kind of came in guns blazing. That redneck seems off too." He goes off, making me nudge him in the side. He looks to me with a sigh, crossing his arms.

My hand reaches up, toying with the dog tags around my neck. "They're good people, I can tell." Caleb rolls his eyes at me. "Oh, I didn't see you going off and being the lead interrogator." I shove him a bit with a laugh. "They're good, we need that, good people." Caleb looks to the ground and I rub his back with a sigh.

We lock eyes for a moment and he smiles. "I trust you on this," I smirk, ruffling his blonde hair. "Of course we need to get out of here first." He points out and I nod. Tucking the tags under my shirt, I push off of the counter, I walk over to Glenn and now Morales, starting to discuss our escape plan.

Mustn't have been there for more than an hour, two at most before trouble came through again. Shots started being popped off left and right from outside the store. I look at Glenn and Morales before we look over the edge of the roof that we were currently on to work out how to get out. "The Hell?" Glenn picked up his pair of binoculars, watching the figure that rolled in on a horse, the horse being ditched to the walkers.

I let out a groan. "Damn guy rang the dinner bell." We watch the figure disappear into the tank. Reaching down, Glenn picked up the walkie talkie beside him. "Here, I know the frequency." Glenn hands me the walkie. Turning the knob for a moment, I press on the button. "Hey, you," I call, knowing that I got it right before passing it back to Glenn.

There was no reply to us for a good bit, making me think that it was too late for this guy. "Yeah you, dumbass in the tank." Still silence. "You cozy in there?" I look over to Caleb before looking back at the tank.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life with the man's voice. "Hello? Hello?"