Psycho. (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

Two.

FUCK! I wrestle around with the infected, but I just can't get it off me. I keep punching it in its head as hard as I can, but it doesn't effect it. Smash. My fist smashes through it's skull, and blood comes pouring out. I pull my hand out as fast as I can, and the infected falls to the ground beside me. I curl over, and start puking

       ''Hey! HELP!'' The man yells from the street. I look up, and he and the boy are looking directly at me, but they quickly become distracted with the infected again. I get up, and run to them. I continue stabbing, whacking, and just flat out kicking the horde of infected, but more and more keep coming. ''YOU GUYS OK?!'' I yell to them, and I hear two muffled yeses reply.

       Finally, it seems as though there's too many. I start to feel the pain in my foot again, and my arms are simply tired. I start eyeing the crowd, and I notice it's significantly gone down. I look to the house, and I see a clear path to it.  ''Follow me!'' I yell to the man and boy, and I run towards the house.

       I stop at the front door, and look back. They're trying to run to me, but they're so crowded by infected, they can barely move. I run back to the crowd, and stab a few more skulls to make a path for them. We all sprint to the house, and run into the door.

       I put my poker up to the guy's head. ''WHO ARE YOU? START TALKING!'' I yell to him, poking him with it slightly. As I yell, rage fills up inside me. I had finally found somewhere safe, and they came along and ruined it. ''STOP! THAT'S MY DAD!'' The boy yells, and he tries tackling me. With my other hand, I punch him in the face and he falls to the ground. 

       ''I SAID START TALKING!'' I yell, and I punch him in the stomach. He curls over, and falls to the ground.''St-stop. We're good.'' He stutters out through coughs from the floor. ''We j-just need to r-run an errand.'' He adds. I cock my head and look at him from a different angle. He has a sheriffs badge on, and it says my old city's name on it. Nostalgia fills inside of me, and I immediately regret hitting this guy.

       ''I'm so sorry.'' I say, and I help him, and what I'm guessing is his son up. ''Go on, sit down on the couch, I'll grab you guys some water.'' I tell them, and I head to the kitchen.

       I return with two glasses of water, and they chug the glasses like this was their first drink in weeks. I look at the boy, and there's a large bruise on his face. I'm filled with regret, and then the man starts talking. ''I'm sheriff Rick Grimes, or at least I was sheriff. Things have changed a little around here. And this is my boy, Carl Grimes. Say hi, Carl.'' He says.

       ''Hi.'' Carl says angrily, and he looks up at me with complete rage on his face. I'm guessing he's 14, maybe 15. Not much younger than me. ''Listen..'' I say. ''I'm really sorry about... That.'' I say, gesturing to Carl's face, and Rick's stomach. I just made it into civilization. I've been stuck in the woods for....'' I stop talking, because I don't know how long I've been there. I got lost in there about two weeks after the world went dark, and that was in early May.

       ''What month is it?'' I ask, not sure if I want the answer or not. Rick starts pointing his fingers around, and staring into space. He must be doing the math. ''September 29th.'' He replies. My heart drops. ''I've been in the woods for 4 months?'' I ask, not directly to anyone. ''Retard can do math.'' I hear Carl mumble under his breath.

       ''What the fuck did you say?'' I ask him, and I walk towards him. Ricks arm goes out and stops me. ''Stop. He's just angry because well...'' He motions to Carl's face and his stomach. I back up, and sit back down on the corner of the table. ''Yeah. I was pretty angry when I was that young too.'' I say, with a smirk on my face because I know that offended Carl in some way.

       ''So... What do we do now?'' I ask, and I start eating my chips. ''Well. You can come with us back to our camp if you'd like. We're about 5 miles up the road at a man named Hershel's farm. I think he'd be happy to take you in.'' Rick tells me. ''We've got a nice group there.'' He adds.

       I think about his offer. These are the first people I've seen in four months I guess. I miss the company pf real, living people. I finally make up my mind. ''Yeah. I'll come. I just have one question though...'' I say, and they give me weird glances. ''How are those animals out back still alive?'' I ask, glancing towards the back of the house.

       ''The same reason we're here of course.'' He says. ''We need those animals out back for food. We send a few people everyday to feed 'em. And also, we goat the fence with blood from the infected. Keeps em' away.'' He tells me, and he walks towards the back door with Carl. ''Wanna help?'' He asks, and I shake my head. ''Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna head up towards that farm you were talking about.'' I reply. ''Is that fine?'' I ask.

       He nods. ''Tell 'em Rick sent you.'' He adds, and he walks out the back door. ''Rick sent you.'' I say to myself. ''Rick sent you.''