Marching With the Dead (Daryl Dixon FanFiction)

•Prologue•

They all lay dead with bullet wounds in their heads. We've been betrayed by the unknown. Snipers came out of nowhere. Precise kills then robbed of our supplies while others ran and panicked.

I don't know how many there were, but they easily overpowered us. Who knows, it might just be one guy with an assault rifle. I didn't know who they were. I never saw their face.

When the attack happened, I was rushed to the trees by a group member. His exact words were,"Stay here, and please don't try to be a hero." I followed his commands and stayed where I was. I had my bag on my shoulders and my pistol in its holster.

I watched from the brush my group members being put down and running. They didn't even care to grab their supplies. The cannibals then decided to join in on the attack. Some gnawed on the dead bodies while others were being shot by the invaders.

All of a sudden, the sound of gunfire had stopped. It was a few minutes before I had the courage to walk up to what used to be our campsite to look for survivors.

Why would someone just senselessly murder about thirty people for no reason, unless there is one. The only thing I could think of was that they were just lunatics or wanted our supplies. Probably the second one.

That's where I was now, debating the situation. I was standing over a young girls body. Her eyes were wide open and her blonde hair was spread out behind her. Some covered her face and her limbs were stretched out.

A gunshot then rung. I quickly crouched lower and then dashed for the woods. There were no more sounds after the gunshot that startled me. I sighed deeply as I leaned up against a tree. I couldn't stay here any longer. The invaders could come after me so I better get moving.

I started to jog to God knows where. All I was focused on was leaving my past behind.