Starting Over... |Daryl Dixon| |The Walking Dead|

Chapter 5: Everyone Has Demons

AN:: I'd like to start Chapter 5 out by giving a big thanks to ivette124 for voting for all 4 chapters! you're awesome!

Also, I want to point out that I am typing out all these chapters on my cell phone. i have no computer or internet at the moment. i do my best to proof read my writing multiple times before I publish it, but more often than not i'll look over a few spelling or grammar errors

. i apologize for that! i do catch them eventually and go in to edit them.

happy reading!! xx

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-DARYL POV-

I tromped my way through the woods, backtrackin' from the campsite 'n racin' nightfall.

A few stragglin' walkers had sniffed me out 'n were followin' behind me as I moved. I could hear 'em gurglin' 'n growlin', catchin' up quick 'n nippin' at my heels.

The things were dead, so they didn't need to breathe; which meant they never got tired. They just kept comin', 'n they didn't stop till they were pickin' ya from their teeth. 'N that's why the best thing to do was take 'em out. I didn't mind doin' it, neither.

Once I got ahead'a the walkers a little bit, I turned on my heel 'n slammed my back into a tree trunk so nothin' could sneak up on me. The rough tree bark scraped into my bare shoulders.

I ignored the stingin' feelin', 'n kept my focus as I aimed my loaded crossbow. I squinted my left eye to get a better view'a my targets.

They were still a few feet away, but they were gainin' on me. I fired the first arrow. Bullseye! It took the head'a the pack out, 'n the body slumped over to the side.

That left me with three arrows 'n four walkers... I was one short. I'd have'ta be quick about this. My second arrow was reloaded. I aimed, fired, took out the next walker.

While the last two crept closer, I kept my eye on 'em, 'n loaded my last bow quick as lightenin'. It felt like a reflex by now.

"C'mon, you sons'a bitches..." I heard myself growl as I pointed my crossbow straight forward, just as the first walker in line opened its bloody chompers.

Perfect.

I fired the arrow, shootin' it straight up into the roof'a the walker's mouth. The point exited through the top'a its skull, lodgin' in the brain 'n killin' it instantly.

The force from the blow threw the now lifeless walker off balance, causin' it to topple backwards and crash into the still livin' one. They both hit the ground with a thud. The live walker was actually quite a bit smaller than the one I had just killed, so it was trapped.

I took a second to catch my breath, keepin' my eye on the corpse wrigglin' to get free, but it wasn't goin' no where. I slowly walked closer to it.

When the gruesome thing saw me, its milky white eyes locked onto my own blue ones. It managed to get one arm free, rippin' the skin off the bone in the process. It reached out 'n swiped for my boot, which was just outta its reach.

It squirmed 'n snapped its jaws at me, screechin' 'n hissin'.... I couldn't look at it no more.

So, I lifted my knee above its head, and brought my heel down with all my force, right between the walker's eyes. The skull caved under my boot, makin' a nasty crunch. I repeated the motion, just to be safe. This time, my heel busted a gapin' hole straight through the walker's face. Blood, brain matter 'n shards'a bone splattered everywhere. Yup, it was dead.

After I scanned the area with my eyes to make sure no more walkers were headed my way, I yanked my arrows from the bodies layin' on the ground, one by one.