Survival of the fittest (A One Direction,TWD, and TVD zombie apocalypse story)

The Aftermath.

An update yaaay! This chapter is a nice, long one and is going to have a lot of things happen in it. It will be from the last episode of season two and the first episode of season 3 of The Walking Dead and it starts in Carl (Rick's son's) POV, so enjoy! Also, watch the YouTube video at the side! I really recommend it! :D 

Previously in Survival of the Fittest: 

Rick's POV: 

   My son, my own flesh and blood, points his gun at me. I hear a crunching sound  behind me, but I ignore it trying to plead with my son. "Just-- just put the-- Put the gun down." I tell him. I raise my hands and try to approach him. "It's not what it seems. Please." I plead with him my voice breaking. The crunching sound gets closer behind me. Tears flow from both of our eyes and his hands shake as he puts his finger on the trigger and shoots.....behind me. I turn around to see a zombified Shane only a few feet behind me get shot in the head and fall to the ground. 

Carl's POV: 

  OH. MY. GOD. I JUST SHOT SHANE! Well granted he was a walker, but still, Shane! He's gone! He was the only friend I had when dad was gone, unless you count Sophia who was a girl my age that got turned into a walker after we searched days for her. Shane! I wonder what happened between him and dad. Did Shane get bit? So many questions are running through my mind all at once, but I think I'm too in shock to process them. My dad and I look at Shane's body one last time and then we start walking away back towards the farm. 

  After a few minutes of silence, I finally muster up the courage to ask, "Were you bit too?" My dad looks at me and says, "No." "Shane was." I say. "That wasn't Shane, you know that." he responds. "It used to be," I fire back. Another awkward silence. "W-What happened?" I ask my father. "Were you guys attacked? I mean, I-I heard a gunshot, but I didn't see any walkers nearby...How did Shane die?" I ask finally. We stop walking and he dad turns to me, breathing heavily and looking me straight in the eyes. He comes closer to me and starts to say something, but loud moaning interrupts him. We look around to see a bunch of walkers coming from behind us and from the sides. HOLY CRAP! "Come on! Go go go go!" Dad whispers quickly. We start running. 

  We stop by a tree and look around. "We gotta get to the farm and warn the others!" I tell him. "We'll never get through them. We can't go around." he says. Which means, we have to run right past them? HOLY SHIT BALLS! "Okay, stay close to me!" Dad says, We start running right past the walkers. Some hiss and turn to us, but we dodge them. We run inside a barn that we found Sophia in and lock it. The walkers pound against the wooden doors. Dad and I find buckets of oil which we splash all over the ground. My dad gives me a lighter and makes me climb a ladder to the second floor. He stays on the ground, He then makes a lot of noise and unlocks the barn doors. The walkers come out in a hoarde towards my dad. They step all over the gasoline. My dad takes another jar and throws some at them too. He then climbs up the ladder towards me and I turn on the lighter and drop it on the walkers, setting them ablaze. The barn, being made out of wood, catches fire immediately, and Dad and I jump out of the barn unto the soft grass. 

  We run and hear gunshots outside. Our group members are in vehicles riding around the farm, shooting at the walkers. We both shoot at walkers that come too close to us as we keep on running on foot towards the farm. I see from the corner of my eye one of Hershel's daughters, Patricia, getting grabbed by a walker and eaten. There's nothing I can do about it.  Dad and I get to the farm, only to see Hershel by himself standing in front of the farmhouse shooting the walkers. A walker approaches him from behind, but Dad shoot it before it can bit him.  Dad starts talking to him, but I'm too distracted by the massive number of walkers coming at us.