Little Red Riding Hood and The Woodsman (Daryl Dixon Love Story)

HUNTING GRIMES:

 It's been months since the zombie thing happened; I've been traveling ever since. I took everything I could find in my old house, and packed it up. Ammo, weapons, and bullets in one duffel bag, clothes in the other. Food and water in my backpack. I like to keep it simple, travel only with what I need, only me, my horse, and my dog. I did have a friend at one point, but she died the first week after the outbreak happened. She had the chance to stay at a safe zone, with living people that could take better care of her. Friends....But she wanted to come with me. That was a mistake. We had no idea what we were doing. We were so vulnerable to the things. So blind.

And one night, it cost us dearly. It was dark; she was outside of the tent. I woke up when she unzipped the door, and asked her where she was going. She said to get something to drink, since we were camped out by a stream. I lay back down, forgetting for a second, only a second, where we were at, and what was happening. But, when I remembered, it was too late. She screamed and I ran out, just to see a damn zombie ripping out her throat. I couldn't get to her fast enough, the walker had got her. In rage, I killed it, smashing in its head and then some, but it didn't do anything. Allyson still lay there, dying. The wound was too much, she was bleeding out....She begged me not to leave, not to let her change into one of those things. I tried to talk her out of it, but I couldn't. I respected her choice, and the fear for my life, but it was just something I couldn't bring myself to do. She wailed in agony for help, rolling in her own blood. So, with tears in my eyes, I drew my revolver and put it to her forehead. Saying one last goodbye, I pulled the trigger. The gun shot soon brought more zombies, there was no time to dig her a grave. So, I hastily packed up, and moved on through the night, with the reminder that I had just killed my best friend...

I had a mission of my own, way before all this happened. It was actually why we were out of the safe place. I was tracking some people, trying to catch up to them. Allyson volunteered to come with me for it. You see, I couldn't find Rick in the hospital. It was the first place I looked, well after their house. No one was there but walkers. There was a medical bed shoved in front of the door to his room, but it had been pried away, making a large enough gap for someone, or something to get through. Horrible thoughts entered my head, but I really only focused on one. Maybe someone came and got him. So, I went further into the city. That was a mistake. It was horrible. Nothing but death and chaos. It was the only when I got into the mountains, did things get better. I found an old camp; everything was still there, even a few cars left behind. There was even something useful on a red car. It was a note and a map, on where they were going. This was the first hard proof that they were still alive, and it was enough to push me on. I took the note with me, along with some other things I looted from the remains of the place. But, as I passed on through the camp, something disturbing caught my eye. In the centre of the place, was a mound of burned bodies. Looking off towards a small hill, I found something even worst. Graves. Please don't be one of them... Saying a small Irish prayer, I urged Forge past them.

Two days later, I found my way to the CDC building. Well, what was left of it anyway. The place was leveled. Completely gone to shit. Only corpses and rubble remained. To me, it was a clear sign that they were here. I knew only Rick could blow up a building in a zombie apocalypse. It seems like I was always ending up one step behind them, though. But, their path of destruction is easily followed. I mean, I could have stopped right there. I could have convinced myself that they were all dead, and just go back to looking out for myself, but something in the back of my mind said to keep going.

So, I did. I marched right out of that concrete graveyard. There was nothing left in the city and the outskirts for me anymore. So I looped back around and kept moving, towards the highway. I came across a hoard of zombies and fled into another forest. So now, killing walkers and hunting for food, is all I've done. The killing was easy, but the hunting, that was a different story. Foods been scarce lately, not much has come by now and days. Sometimes, I'd shoot a rabbit or a squirrel, but it's never enough. A couple times, when I've been really lucky, I'd get a deer. Turns out, zombies eat anything living. So not only do I have to compete with live people for food, I also had to compete with the dead ones too!