The Walking Dead {Daryl Dixon}

Atlanta

The roar of the moans and growls of all the dead combined is blood curling or at least it was, when this shit party started. That was almost two months ago.
Now, here we are -well here I am- in the middle of fucking Atlanta, scavenging, surrounded by thousands of men-eating walking corpses. So basically... Life could not get better!

I knew it was stupid to come to the city. There's a greater amount of people living on cities therefore its easier for whatever this is to spread faster.
You bump across a person wherever you go and when shit goes down people freak out, they don't think, they just go back to the primal instict of survival.

Panic is a dangerous little fuck, that's why there ain't better way to control people than with that. But now there ain't no people to control nor anybody to do so. The world belongs to the dead now, and we- whomever else out there, whatever little survivors left - we are just borrowing time till they claim what belongs to them now.

I must be quick so they won't see me. If they spot me they'll follow and the last thing I need is a whole damn city of corpses on my ass. If I can cross the street without them noticing me and get to the store up front, I'm pretty damn sure I'll get some much required supplies.

I grab my shit. Knife in hand ready to defend myself if things go south. Pulling my hoodie over my head, almost covering my eyes, I stand. It's now or never.

The herd of walkers on the street move. It's a tidal wave of hungry corpses. They must have seen something, someone. I almost feel pity for the poor bastard who's gonna get eaten but hey, poor bastard is giving me a chance. But then, I hear it.

I freeze. I can't believe what I hear. Humming, it's a friggin motor! But not a car, not at all, it sounds painfully loud and far but close too. I look everywhere in search for the origin of the sound.
My eyes catch movement on the reflection of the windows of one of the city's buildings. It looks like a giant bug, what the fuck? There's no way that's- it couldn't be.

Almost inmediately I hear a horse neighing. What on Earth is a horse doing in the middle of Atlanta? I think to myself.

The dead growl. Shit, they must be eating the poor animal. Almost inmediately I hear gunshots. I stay put. That means...

- Another gunshot-

Holy Hell. There's people here.

There's people in Atlanta.