"You think you got this all figured out, don't you?"
Roughly four years ago the world changed forever - the dead began walking the earth, taking any life away from those in their path. Jaiden had started a community, with the help of Izzy, over two...
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I've been cursed, I've been crossed
I've been beaten by the ones that get me off
I've been cut, I've been opened up
I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved
You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away, wash away
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
All you left behind is a chalk outline
The next few days were the normal protocol.
Eric had left to scout out the Commissioner's place the next morning and returned two days later with nothing but garbage news to tell us.
Apparently, there was nothing going on at their compound, so as long as we just chill here and don't poke the bear, we might be good for a little while.
Zaire had recovered from seeing his old group again. He also let it slip to Izzy that they are the devil incarnate, which I might have believed, but I'm here so that's impossible.
Aliza had made friends with a lot of the kids in the community, but she's still stuck on trying to join our little gang.
Nathan, Dylan and I had decided that if the Commissioners were to attack, there will be no talking involved, just bullets flying into skulls.
We haven't told Izzy about this yet, but we know that she totally would not be down with it.
The entire community had changed as well.
A lot more people had talked to Izzy about getting everyone guns, in case of an attack that broke the walls and let the enemy in.
Izzy had decided to schedule a meeting at the pavilion for that, but I was ordered not to attend because I -- well, really I was not given a reason, but I guess I should listen to her at least once in my time on this earth.
So now, I'm sitting up in a tree in a lookout deck instead of taking part in the whole debate.
The area I was positioned in wasn't very exciting. Trees surrounded my post, like a forest normally does.
The nearest building was back South, If you looked with a scope, you could probably see it on the horizon. There wasn't any activity either, well except for nature life.
A bird or two would fly by, screeching to whatever the hell, and sometimes a squirrel would pop onto a tree, but that's really it.
Surprisingly, there were no walkers stumbling through the underbrush, so there was really no sound either, just my breathing and a woodpecker that will not shut the fuck up.
I'm not even kidding, this motherfucker is still going strong after two hours of pecking.
I reached over and grabbed the rifle that hung off of a hook that was installed in the tree. I aimed it down on the ground and looked for nothing for the hundredth time.
I already had the near ground around me memorized too, if you start on the left, you see a field, keep going and you get trees and crap, next is a dirt path.
I looked up the path and noticed a new addition to the muddy walkway, a footprint had marked its place in it. I followed the prints as they led me down the path -- a person was walking on the path.
I followed the mystery person as they continued walking down the path, waiting for them to take the turn that was going to reveal a face.
