Psycho. (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

One.

I wake up, and I'm luckily not on the ground. Or dead. I remember last night how I had climbed the tree with the sturdiest branches I could find, and then I tied myself down. It was the only way of surviving the night I could think of. After all, I am lost in the middle of the woods and I have no idea where I am or how deep I'm in.

       It doesn't bother me though, because the woods treat me nicely. They provide me with plenty of food, water and shelter, but it comes with it's downsides too. You never know when an infected is near you till its almost too late. And these woods are packed with them.

       I finally come to my senses, and I hear them. The faint growling plenty of yards below me. I look down, and there's a large group of infected swarmed below my tree, trying to get me. Fuck. How am I supposed to get down?

       I untie myself, and brainstorm a little bit. I decide I'll have to climb to other trees, and go down one of those. The only problem is how I'll do it. I grab my bag hanging from a branch close by, and look through it. I have plenty of rope, and a few heavy rocks. This'll be risky.

       I tie a tight knot around one of the lighter rocks, and throw it to a tree. I'm trying to get it to hold on so I can swing across. The rock hits the tree, but doesn't go around a branch. It falls to the ground, but I pull it back up from the rope. Some of the infected see it, and start gathering under that tree. Fuck!

       A bead of sweat runs down my face, and I try again. The rock swings three times around one branch, and I pull it to make sure its safe. It doesn't budge, and I get a nervous feeling in my stomach. I start to run through the possibilities in my mind. I don't do this, and I'll starve up here and die. I do it, and I could fall to my death, and die. 

       I keep wracking my brain, and I finally decide this is the only way I'll survive. I grab the rope, and slide off the branch of the tree, free falling until the rope straightens out and I start swinging. I hold onto the rope until I'm not swinging anymore, and I drop a small few feet onto a branch below me. I look down once again, and none of the infected have even noticed I'm gone. I sit on the branch, and try to estimate about how much of a drop this is till the ground. I guess its about 18 feet, and I take the drop.

       I hit the ground with such force that I cry out in pain. I immediately take a guess that my right ankle is sprained or broken, and the infected start advancing on me. I try to crawl away, but they're much faster than me.

       One grabs my right leg, but It off with my other foot and try to stand up. I get all the way up, and there's a searing pain in my foot. I cry out in pain again, and start running away.

       I can't go nearly as fast as I could before, and the infected get closer and closer. I'm covered in sweat, and I don't think I can run anymore when I see a clearing in the trees.

       ''I MADE IT! '' I scream in my mind, and I limp-run towards the clearing. I run through, and I see not many houses, but the houses that ere here are very nice.  I realize I'm in a field with two sides covered by woods, one side covered by a road, and the other side covered by a very nice house with an enormous backyard. I take a closer look at the backyard, and I notice that there's farm animals including sheep, cows and other animals pinned up. I must be at a small farm of some sorts! I look down, and realize I'm running in the middle of rows of short crops. I look behind me, and see the infected close behind.

       ''Why the fuck are they so persistent?!'' I ask myself, and I run to the front door of the house. I try turning the knob, but it's locked, so I break the window on the door, reach in, and unlock it. I run inside just as the infected reach me, and I slam the door on them. 

       I turn the lock. ''Just to make sure.'' I say to myself, and I look around at my surroundings. I'm in what must be the living room, and it boy, is this house nice. Tucked into one corner is a staircase, with a door to a bedroom at the beginning of it. In another corner is a giant TV, and a door to possibly the kitchen nearby. There's curtained windows in front of the room by the door, leading all the way across the front of the house. 

       I decide I'm hungry, so I walk through the door close to the TV. It leads to an enormous kitchen, so I decide to raid it. In the cupboard, I find a bag of unopened chips, and a few gallons of water. I walk back to the living room, and sit on the large leather couch. As I sit down on the couch, and finally realize how much pain I'm in. The excitement of finding what could be a permanent shelter must've filled me with adrenaline, because I completely forgot about my foot.

       I take off my boot, and touch my foot. Pain sears through my body, so i decide its sprained and I just leave it at that. If it was broken, I wouldn't be able to move it. I look at the coffee table, and see magazines from when more then 3/4 of the world was dead. I start looking through an old cosmopolitan, when I'm interrupted my a male yelling from outside.

       BANG! I hear the sound of the gunshot, and I open the blinds to look out of the window. I see a man in a police uniform and a young boy outside, surrounded my infected. My heart drops, and I realize i need to help them, but with what? I look around the room, and see a fire poker. That'll do.

       I run outside, but when I step onto the porch, an infected grabs me and tackles me to the ground.