Rumors of the Dead~Daryl Dixon

Chapter One.

      *Availiah's POV* 

A/N: When Rick and Availiah get to the house with the horse, I'm just going to have it so the people are her grandparents.

        "Nurse? Nurse?!" I heard. Finally. Someone who was alive! "H-Hello?" I called out. "Nurse?" The voice repeated. "I'm no nurse, but I sure am alive." I said softly. The man looked at me intensely.  "So... Wanna get out of here?" I asked. "Let's find a way out." He replied. I nodded and walked in a direction, hoping he had followed me. I turned my head back and saw him following me. turning my head back forward, I smiled a little bit, continuing to walk in an unknown direction. 

        "Uh, lady? Do you have any idea where you're going?"

"My name is Availiah. I suppose you don't?"

        "Alright 'Availiah.' No I don't."

"Exactly."

        I heard the man chuckle softly. I smiled to myself and found the exit. The bright light burned our eyes. "Wow! These poor people.." The man exclaimed. "Yeah. Hey, you're that officer that was shot and entered a coma, right? Sheriff Grimes?" I asked, poorly changing the subject. "Yeah, but you can call me Rick." He said, a smile plastered across his lips. I smiled back softly, continuing to lead the way. "This heat feels so good." Rick said happily.

        "Yeah." I acknowledge his enthusiasm. His buddy Shane told me how happy he could end up at times. We passed a woman who had just her upper body left, clearly showing that the zombies had gotten to her. The woman's intestines dragged on the ground as she crawled towards us. "Poor girl..." I sighed, adjusting the bag on my back. The bag reminded me of the last time I saw Natalie. She had run off when I ended up in the hospital. She's probably happy and safe with Aunt Carol. Rick walked to the woman and shot her in the head, putting her out of her misery.

    I cringed when I heard the gun shot. Rick and i stumbled upon a bike and Rick started to ride it as I ran close behind. After a mile or two, Rick jumped off the bike and stumbled into a big white house. "Lori? Carl?" He called out,continuing to repeat it every time he entered a different room. I sat in what looked like a dining room as Rick ran frantically around the house.

     "Lori! Carl!" Rick sobbed. "Is this real? Am I here? Wake, wake up!" He said, hitting his head. "Uhm... Hate to burst your 'bubble' but, who is Lori and who is Carl?" i asked, feeling bad for asking at an inappropriate time. I looked down at Rick who was out-stretched on the floor, tears streaming down his face.

        "Lori's my wife, Carl's my son.."

"Well. Where ever they are, they're safe."

        "I hope so."

    We sat outside on the steps as Rick waved his hand in the air. I watched what he was waving at and swallowed hard. I looked back to Rick. "Rick...?" I asked. "Hmm?" "I don't think that's a person..." All of the sudden a small black boy around 13-14 years old, hit Rick in the face with a shovel. "Hey!" I shouted at him. "Carl... Carl? I found you!" Rick moaned. I looked at the kid in disgust. "Why'd you do that?!" I exclaimed. "I thought he was a walker!" The boy yelled. "Obviously he isn't." I scoffed.

    "Daddy! I got the sumbitch! I'm gonna smack him dead!" The boy hollered. A man around Rick's age shot the thing Rick tried calling over. I rolled my eyes. "Hey mister. What's the bandage for?" The man asked. "W-What?" Rick stuttered, looking towards me.

"What kind of wound?... Answer me damn you, what's your wound?!... You tell me, or I will kill you." The man demanded. "Hey, lay off!" I hollered. The man turned towards me and pointed the gun at my skull. I looked at Rick, who had passed out.