The Walking Dead Season 1

Chapter 4

Isabelle

We walked out of the cabin. It was deadly silent, and we trekked forward uneasily. A walker staggered out of in front of us. Then, we looked behind it. Hundreds of others were behind it. I gasped. "No!" Sage cried as the first one reached for me.

He pushed me over, out of the way. And the zombie landed on him. It bit into his shoulder. "No!" I screamed. The others tore into him. Blood ran toward me, the coppery smell of it in the air. "Run!" he screamed. "Run!" I turned, but turned back. The fear and pain on his face, his cries of pain, struck me.

My best friend, whom I'd know for most of my life, just gave his life for me. I raised my gun, hand trembling. I line his head up in my sights, and pull the trigger.

I run through the woods. He's dead. I shot him. He's gone. Sometime later, I stop. I sit. I put my head in my hands. And I start to sob. Something hits my head. I fall to the ground. My eyes open, ever so slightly. I see a man with a crossbow, and a blond girl standing above me. The girl has her gun pointed at my head. The crossbow guy says, "She ain't no walker. Should we take 'er take camp?" "I guess," Blondie says. I clutch my torso, trying not to fall to pieces. Then, the world turns black, and I am falling.

I wake up. My eyes flutter open, and I see green. I sit up and look around. I'm in a green tent. A white sheet is over me. A girl, with reddish-blond hair, is in a corner, dipping something in water. She turns, and see me. "Oh, good! You're awake!" She lays the cloth on to my forehead. A little water drips and sides onto my temple. She wipes it off gently. "So, where are you're parents? How old are you?" She asks. "My parents, they're gone. I... I... never mind. I'm 11." she frowns. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie!" she exclaims. "There's a girl and boy here, Carl and Sophia. Sophia is 11, and Carl's 12." I smile and nod. "Stay here for a little while longer," She says. "Oh, and I'm Amy."She smiles. "I'm Isabelle." I say. "Such a pretty name!" Amy exclaims. Then she pats my cheek, pulls the blanket up to my shoulders, and ducks out.