Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 9: How could I tell you your best friend was gone?

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(DAY 001) I decided today to start some sort of journal to keep track of everything that happens from today until I die, assuming I die before the apocalypse ends. It's only the first day and I already have no hope of surviving.

So far, I've only made it a couple miles out of Porterdale. I have no clue how safe I am, but I decided to hide in a locked car on By Pass Road. Since I'm not in the center of town, I think there will be less of a chance of a dead-thing finding me. Hopefully, they aren't smart enough to break car windows or unlock doors.

I don't know much about what happened either. We just got back from our trip to Pennsylvania two days ago. Michelle left with Devon for Virginia about an hour later, so I know there's a very little possibility of seeing her anytime soon if she and I both live. Denise is dead and Chad took off. I already feel so much freer, yet at the same time, I feel so different.

Merle and Daryl, my two only friends, only lived a couple houses down the street. I hadn't seen them in about two weeks because we were in PA for one week, and they were both busy the week before. I was supposed to go down and spend the weekend with them today, so I left to go get some snacks from the shop. I came back and stopped at my house to pack my clothes to stay, but I got in and saw the chaotic scene of Denise's dead body and Chad packing his own things. When I got in, I couldn't help but cry at the sight of Denise laying with no life. I hated both of them but Denise at least tried to care. Chad explained that a crazy guy came running through Porterdale saying that a virus had spread and was reanimating people when they died, warning people to get out and get with loved ones to a safe, protected place. Chad didn't believe it at first, but Denise used this tragedy as an excuse to die and stabbed herself, but got back up and started walking around again like a mummy. She was dead, alive, and dead again before I even got home. I ran to pack my things. I texted Merle and Daryl both nonstop for a solid ten minutes, but neither of them texted me back or read the messages. I remembered that they lived a couple minutes within walking distance so I started heading out.

Chad stopped me before I left. He asked where I was going and what I thought I was doing. Of course, I told him I needed to find my friends, but he insisted that we needed to leave now. I refused to leave without them, so I told Chad to fuck off and ran out of the house, down the street to their house with my duffel bag and my snacks. By the time I reached their driveway, I saw Chad drive off toward Atlanta without me. And then I realized that none of Merle and Daryl's vehicles were still parked in their driveway. Their front door was wide open, though. I walked through the house, seeing that nothing had changed other than in their kitchen and rooms. They took clothes, guns, knives, and food. I was at a loss for words until I found a note and one of Merle's hunting knives on the coffee table. I still have them with me, and I don't ever want to lose them in case I never see them again. They were the only people in my life that ever actually gave a shit about me.

❝Cory, we had to go. We stopped at your house to get you but you weren't home, and we asked Chad if we could wait for you but he said you already took off for Virginia to find your sister. I know it sounds crazy as hell that an apocalypse just might've started but Denise literally was walking proof of it so we believed that crazy guy and got the hell of out of town. We don't have a plan so I don't know what to tell you. If you find this and read it, just get out of Porterdale as quickly as you can.

I want you to know that I would never leave you behind if I had a choice, and I really wish you were with us for this. I'll be looking for you when things are safe again. I honestly don't believe that you left for your sister before coming and getting us, so I assume you will find this note at some point. If we never find you, I want you to know that you were and still are one of the few things that kept me going some days. You meant a lot to me, and you know that I'm not one to get emotional, but I loved you like family. Daryl did too, even if he won't admit it. It was his idea to write you a note in the first place, believe it or not. He didn't want to leave without you, either, but he really doesn't want to die from one of these things so he said to write a note and go hide somewhere safer.