The Survivors of Dawn

The Hunter

Silence was the only thing I heard. That is until a child, about 10 or 11 stepped out from behind his mother's legs.

"Who is that?", he said in a quiet tone.

The woman he stood behind threw him a 'shut up' look, then looked back at Rick.

"Yeah Rick, who's that?"

"I guess we're just gonna have to find out", Rick replied, walking into another room with me in his arms. The Asian boy, and the man with the shaved head walked in after us. Rick sat me on the bed and I noticed a bulky figure in the corner of the room. As it stepped out of the shadows, I realized it was the hunter I saw earlier.

"You", I squeaked. Rick glanced at him then back at me.

"That's Daryl. The Asian boy is Glenn, and that's Shane.", he said motioning to the others.

I looked at them and nodded. I got the feeling if I wasn't going to talk, they would make me.

Then all of a sudden Rick walked up to me and got close to my and asked," So you wanna tell us why you were out there in those woods?"

I swallowed my spit and took a breath.

"We were- running.", I said plainly. It took them a moment for them to realize that was all I was saying. Rick got closer.

"Who's we?"

I shifted away from him because this was starting to get uncomfortable.

"My-my baby. My fiancé. We were running. He took my baby and told me to run faster, and he would catch up. I took off, then-then......" Tears began to form in my eyes.

Rick tilted his head.

"Then what?"

I didn't speak. I just sat there, avoiding Rick's eyes.

Shane uncrossed his arms and shook his head." She ain't gon talk, man. Pfft, all she gon do is wait till we make her."

Rick turned and glared at Shane, then turned back to me." You can talk when you feel like it.", he said, turning so his eyes met mine. I didn't move.

Rick then got up and everyone filed out. Rick and Daryl were half way out the door when I spoke.

"I told you I had took off. I did. But it wasn't the biters that made me."

Rick slowly turned around with a look of confusion, same as Daryl.

I gulped.

"I had turned around after I realized my fiancé wasn't behind me. I ran back as fast as I could, but it was too late. I caught one last glimpse of my fiancé throwing our baby, MY baby, to those- those, THINGS. He didn't know what hit him when my bullet pierced his throat a second later.", I said, my tears reforming.

Rick's mouth was a little slack, and Daryl didn't seem surprised at all, except for the slight bite of his lips. I bite my lips when I try to keep from crying.

Rick nodded, sighing sadly, and grabbed the door handle, swinging the door shut.

I turned my head to the other side of the too, and slowly drifted off to sleep.