Walker bait. (Daryl Dixon love story)

chapter 8-part one

chapter 8

I herd he gunfire and saw Rick and Hershel running up towards the house. in the background I saw the rest of the group shooting a very large herd of walkers. I'm talking about 300 plus. there was no way in hell we where going to kill them all.

I looked towards the barn and saw I engulfed in flames.But there where no time for questions as Rick started screaming for everyone to get into the cars and get the hell away.

In Shane's old car was Glen and Maggie trying to shoot walkers but for everyone that was shoot another walker took its place. Where were they all coming from?

I kept shooting along side of Lori. her being pregnant made it hard for her to walk and shot at the same time and she needed to get into the a car as soon as possible. There was the smoke from the barn being on fire and since it was time its pretty fucking hard to see.

I saw T-dog getting Beth and Patricia into a blue truck. But before Patricia could get into the cab of the truck, a walker pulled her directly out of Beth's grasp. This sent Beth into a bigger crying fit. Beth keep reaching out to Patricia like she could ring her back from the walkers tearing her apart.

Finally I Pushed Lori and Beth into T-dogs truck and they where on there way. I still saw Maggie and Glen trying to shoot walkers. Daryl was standing by his motorcycle shooting and Rick was running toward another truck with Carl and Hershel.

Soon Rick left leaving Daryl and I. I haven't seen Carol or Andrea. I can only hope they have gotten out. Alive preferably.

There are still walkers every where. for everyone shoot down another five replace it. its absolutely heart wrenching seeing this farm go down. This farm became our home. A safe heaven for us. And now its going down and we cant do a damn thing about it.

Soon I sprinted over to Daryl. "We need to get out now. There is no way we are going to save it." I said with a sadness in my voice. Daryl didn't say anything but pulled me towards his motorcycle. We got on a drove away from the farm. It was kind of symbolic in a really fucked up way. Leaving something we worked hard to keep together. Like the ending of a chapter in a story.

"Where are we going to go?" I yelled to Daryl. It was really hard to hear over the roaring of the wind on the motorcycle. "Group's probably at the traffic jam where we left supplies for Sophia so we'll check there." he replied. I patted his back so he knew I understood.

We continued on the road that lead to the highway. We had almost nothing supplies wise. My AR-15 on a sling in my back and my HK usp. Daryl had his crossbow and a pistol. Other then that we have about nothing.

This is a shit situation. Did the others think about this as a meeting place? Even if they are there what's not to say they will leave before we get there assuming we are dead? They it would take a lot of work to not become dead.

It's still dark out, probably about 12 o'clock. I'm so exhausted that if we ran into a herd that it would take a lot for me to die. Just a couple walkers to push me over. Then into the sweet embrace of death I would go.

Hm. I wonder what animals think. Random I know. But do they know about this? Or do they just carry on their own business ignorant to the fact a flesh eating monsters could tear them apart at any given moment. Do they know they are our only source of food since you can't really run down to Wendy's and grab a burger. Or is it still kill or be killed for them.

If you think about it that's all the world ever was. Foxes and rabbits. Most of the time the fox gets his pray. Foxes are smart. Sneaky even. But every so often a rabbit out foxes a fox. The rabbit survives. That's what all humans are now. The rabbits that out smarted the foxes.

Eventually Daryl pulls over on the road. "It's dark out. I'm tired let's sleep for a bit." Daryl says. I don't object so Daryl pulls out a tent from his bag. Okay so maybe Daryl has a little bit of supplies. That's a good sign.

Daryl has the tent pitched in no time. He waves me over to go inside. I walk in through the tent and sit down to begin to unlace my boots. For the first time within the last couple of hours I feel the emotions take over.

In just a matter of seconds I'm laying on the ground with tears strolling down my face. I feel to sob rack my body and the heat come up to my face.

At first Daryl doesn't notice but eventually he hears my sob and comes over. He puts my head into his lap and strokes my back, in a effort to calm me down.

When I fall asleep my head is still in Daryl's lap with him running his hand through my hair.

A/n

Hey guys! I'm not dead! I promise there will never be such a long gap between chapters ever again. Yes yes I know this chapter is very short. Very short but I'm happy with it and is only part one out of three parts so there. I also have a favor to ask. Could some of you guys start commenting frequently just so I know what I can improve on and what y'all want!

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