Psycho. (A Walking Dead Fanfic)

Three.

Yeah, that walk to Hershels's farm wasn't the easiest. Walkers everywhere, and all I had was that fire poker. But I finally had it in my sights, and no walkers in my sights. I was still scanning the horizon and everywhere else around me, looking for this man's farm. I had'nt seen much infected in the past 20 minutes or so, so I was getting a bit weary.

I was covered in sweat, and my foot was still aching horribly.

''I better get some damn food outta this. Having to leave my chips behind, and all.'' I mumble to myself, and i look up. in the distance, I can see a large farmhouse, and a mass amount of land around it. I squint my eyes, trying to get a better look. Running around in the front yard- playing what appears to be fetch- is a grown man and a dog.

Where are all the infected? How can these people just live a normal life? I think to myself. I doesn't seem fair that while I was fighting to survive out in the woods this whole time, these people were just relaxing here, leading normal lives. I keep getting closer and closer until I reach the very large front yard of this house. The man and the dog are still playing, so I try to get his attention.

''HEY!'' I yell out, but he doesn't seem to notice. ''HEY!'' I yell again, but this time louder. He turns and looks at me, and then he pulls out a small pistol with a long suppressor on the end. He grabs the dog's collar to keep it from running, and then, and only then do I realize what he's doing.

''NO!'' I yell out, and a look of surprise arises on his face. He studies me, looking me up and down. I guess he notices I'm not decayed or, or bloodied up, or whatever, so he lowers his gun. ''Who are you!?'' He yells out to me, and I start walking towards him.

''I'm good! Rick sent me!'' I yell back, and I start closing in on him and the dog. A look of relaxation appears on his face, but I also hear the low growling of his dog, which at a closer look I can guess that it's a very large German Shepherd.

''Rick sent me.'' I repeat, and he pats me down, looking for any weapons. ''All I have is this.'' I tell him, holding up the fire poker. He eyes my book bag suspiciously. ''What about in there?'' He asks. I take the bag off my shoulders, and set it down on the ground, sliding it over to him. He opens it, and looks inside.

''All you got is rocks, ropes, and plants. Whatchu plannin on doing with that?'' He asks, handing my bag back to me. ''You'd be surprised at how useful those items are.'' I tell him. ''I survived in the woods using just those.'' I add. He gets the oddest look on his face, and I chuckle a little. ''You seem surprised. I guess I was right.'' I say, and I feel something wet on my hand. I look down, and see the dog licking my hand and leaving slobber all over the place.

Disgusting. I pull my hand away, and wipe it on my pants. ''So... Are you Hershel?'' I ask him, and he roars with laughter. ''NO! I'm not that old.'' He says through laughter, and he starts walking away. The dog follows right behind him, but I'm unsure on what to do, so I just stand there. He looks to his side, and notices that I'm not there. Was I supposed to follow? I wonder to myself.

''You comin'?'' He asks, and I run up to him, ready to follow. He leads me up to the big house, and onto the porch. The floorboards creak below us, and I wonder how old this place is. I look behind me one last time before entering the house, and I see Rick & Carl far off in the distance. I over at the setting sun, and I start to get nervous about this group. What if they kick me out? Or kill me? I ask myself.

We step inside, and he leads me through the large house, and into a hallway, and tells me to wait right outside this door. He walks into the noisy room, which I guess is full of people, and they all shut up. ''I've got some news.'' He says. ''Rick and Carl... Well.'' He pauses to add drama. ''They're fine.'' He says through laughter, and I hear the people calling him names, assorting from dickhead, to asshole. ''But I really do have some news.'' He adds. ''C'mon in, boy.'' He tells me, and I walk into the room.

All eyes are on me, and everyone is looking me up and down, trying to decide for themselves if they should be threatened or not. I woman with very short cut grey hair stands up and shakes my hand. ''Hi. My names Carol Peletier.'' She tells me, and she lets go of my hand. ''Hey Carol Peletier!'' I reply, and a small smile cracks on her face.

Slowly, one by one, everyone from the group introduces themselves. A southern man named Daryl, Rick Grimes's wife Lori, an Asian man named Glenn, Hershel and his daughters, an African-American man named Tyrese, a blonde woman named Andrea, and an African-American woman named Michonne.

There was just one girl left. ''And who are you?'' I ask her, and she gives me a horrid look. I study her, and I notice she has features like me. She has blue eyes, long brown hair that seems to touch her butt, and a gorgeous face. ''I'm Brooke.'' She tells me with an enormously rude attitude. I like this girl. I think to myself, and then Rick and Carl walk through the door.

''Hey.'' I tell them, but then we all hear a man scream from outside. We all run to the porch, and when we reach there, we all look out at the front yard. Laying there in the grass is a 50 something year old man, being eaten alive by and infected. ''DALE!'' Andrea shouts, and she runs towards him. I follow, with my fire poker in hand, and we reach the man and the infected. Andrea tries to stab the infected, but I put my arm out to signify that I've got this. I have to get my place in this group somehow, right?

I walk behind the infected, and whack it hard in the head with my poker. It falls to the ground beside Dale, and it screams out in pain. What the fuck? Is my first thought, but thoughts are running through my head. ''Infected cant scream.'' I say to myself. The infected, or whatever it is screams again, and then starts mumbling words I can't understand. I finally realize what's going on.

''This man's a cannibal.'' I say to myself.