My Hunter || D. Dixon (On Hold)

Eleven - Death May Come

By the time that the sun was setting, we were a little over halfway to the camp. We'd walked the whole way, not being able to find a vehicle that would work and hold all of us. All that I want to do at this point is go and sleep as my lack of said sleep was catching up with me not to mention the exhausting factors of the Atlanta run adding onto that. When the sun was gone we started to pick up our pacing, jogging our way back.

Well, they jogged I stumbled, almost unable to stay awake. I ended up stumbling into Daryl, almost making the two of us fall over. He held me up, looking me over before looking to Rick. "She ain't doin' so good." He comments, helping me stay up straight. Rick looks over at the two of us, holding up my other side as we started back towards the camp.

All that was on my mind was seeing Caleb and Jess and going to sleep. "We're almost there Luna," Rick assures me, squeezing my arm a bit to keep me awake. My eyes flutter before they snap open at the sound of gunshots. If there's one thing I know it's how powerful drug adrenaline is when it hits. The feeling of nothing seeming to affect you as you're filled with the overwhelming feeling of panic.

We broke out into a run, reaching the camp. I pulled out my python, firing off shots at walkers. My eyes dart around for my brother and his daughter. Caleb stands by the RV with Shane, shooting at walkers. "Caleb! Down!" I call out, aiming my gun at them. He ducks down and I fire a shot, hitting a walker that was coming upon them.

We lock eyes for a moment as I tear up, shooting more walkers before my python is empty, pulling out my katana and taking a swing at the closest walker. Bodies drop like flies both our people and walkers. It was like the first day all over again. It was like war all over again. Watching the bodies of your own and the enemy fall with the overwhelming sound of gunshots almost like thunder fills the air. This was no different than that.

When the last body hit the ground I was stuck in place, blood dripping from my blade onto the ground. My hands stained with blood not of my own but of walkers and my own people. My breathing quickened as I stared at my hands, a hand falling on my shoulder. "Luna." Glenn's voice broke through my dark loop of thoughts, making me look up, jerking the blood off of my sword. Bodies cover the ground of our camp.

I turn on my heel, putting my sword away as I look at who was still standing. Caleb stood with Shane at the RV, out of breath with Jess now in his arms. Rick was with his wife and son and a lot of us were still in shock. My eyes land on Daryl for a moment, nodding to him before I walk over to Caleb, the adrenaline leaving and leaving me stumbling a bit over to him.

I lean heavily against the RV, my eyes half open as Caleb looks to me in worry. "I remember my dream now," Jim said, making me glance to him. "Why I dug the holes." My eyes find the ground as the reality of burying our people sets in. It's only right that we bury our own, which makes us human after all. Caleb starts to walk, leading me to our tent without another word to anyone as people cry and sob about the dead. I could almost take none of it in like it wasn't real in the slightest.

We get into the tent and I strip off my weapons, my now loaded python being placed under my pillow. I lay down in my sleeping bag, feeling sleep pull at every part of me the moment I did. It almost called to me. I fell for the call, my eyes falling closed soon enough, the cries of my family fading out in the background.

"Luna!" His voice rang out. I snapped my head up as I looked around the room I was standing in. Though I found that I couldn't move a muscle. I couldn't move and I tried shouting at him.

"Caleb," I called, but nothing came out. I looked around and my eyes caught sight of my blonde haired brother. He had a single barrel shotgun in his hands as he moved.

Walkers came into sight and he started shooting. "Luna!" He called again as he shot more and more. "Caleb!" I yelled, but nothing happened. There were no words that left, nothing echoed around to let him know I was here.

Nothing.

Shaking my head, I watched as I walked came behind Caleb and bit into him. He screamed out in pain before wiping around and shooting the walker. I was crying at this point and was sobbing, but no sound came from me. It was like someone hit the mute button on the TV or something like that. All I know is that I stood there, unable to do anything, and watched my own brother die.