(ON HOLD)My Life In The Zombie Apocalypse... With A Twist!

Part 13 /Finding old friends

After Ace died we found a shovel and buried him in the yard. Daryl had lost his best friend and was still trying to recuperate.

We were forced to leave the little house in fear more walkers would come along. Now we were once again... On the road.

We walked a little while until we came to another traffic storm. Only this one was different from the last. It was like a ghost town.

We walked through the rows of cars keeping an eye out for any danger.
Suddenly Dad whispered "Get down!" We all crouched to the ground and looked ahead at what he saw.

It was a group of people. Then the unthinkable happened. They spotted us.

"Come on out!" One of them yelled.
We walked out to where we could be seen. I was behind everyone since Zack wouldn't let me ahead.

We started exchanging threats while Bo growled at the people when an all too familiar voice called out. "What's going on out here?!" He said as he jumped down from the RV. He stood there with one hand and a huge scar over his eye.

"UNCLE JOHN!!!!" I screamed running to him. He tackled me in his arms. "I thought you were dead! When I saw the car crash...." I trailed off. "Its ok. I'm not dead... but I didn't come out unscathed." He said gesturing to his eye and his arm. "I'm so sorry Uncle John. I shouldn't have left you." I said nuzzling into his chest.

"No you did the right thing... Your alive and I'm alive and we are together. That's all that matters..."