•Meg: Year Four (probably, I haven't really been keeping track)•
I was perched on a high branch of a large oak tree, with my eyes closed and my head in my hands. I wasn't crying. I was way past the point of crying. Instead, I sat in the tree, with my head in my hands, thinking, forming a plan. Lifting my head, I looked down on the Walkers below. There were about five of them, way to many for me to handle in a hand to hand confrontation. Sadly that was my specialty. I was not especially great with weapons of any sort, but my favorite had to be the baseball bat I had acquired the day all of this had started. Not knowing what to do, I punched the tree branch out if frustration. I stared as a steady stream of blood flowed from my knuckles and suddenly had an idea. Not bothering to try and stop my bleeding I climbed just a little higher up in the tree. Bouncing up and down a little, as I generally did to get my adrenaline rushing, I whispered some words of encouragement to myself.
"You got this. All right lets go. C'mon-" I gritted my teeth and threw myself as far away from the tree as I could. I didn't quite make it as far as I had hoped, but it didn't matter. I rolled expertly to my feet and was sprinting through the thickly wooded area as soon as my feet hit the ground.
I didn't look behind me until I reached the edge of the woods. When I did I was relieved to see that there was nothing behind me.
For the next few hours I gathered fruit from surrounding trees, taking anything I could eat. I found some apples, oranges, and even a pear tree, which for the record contained no partridge.
What I really needed- and of course didn't find- was meat. I couldn't look for any tonight though because the sun had begun to set, so I vowed that I would set out hunting tomorrow.
Heading back towards my small camp I made a point of avoiding the spot where I had last seen the Walkers.
When I got back to camp, I made sure everything was in it's place, grabbed my blanket, and climbed up into a low tree. About three quarters of the way up this tree was a branch, so perfectly chair shaped, I was not even worried about falling out.
Settling into it, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, not knowing what would await me tomorrow.
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FanfictionWhen the world is overrun by Walkers six individuals must beat the odds to survive the zombie apocalypse. Will the friends ever see each other again? And if they do, will any of them ever be the same?