Lost then found • Daryl Dixon

Chapter One

Running. 

All I seem to be doing is running. From the dead and now, from the living too.

It's been at least 2 months since the apocalypse started and the dead started rising. Maybe its been more? I lost track after a while. I've been on the road trying to get back to my family, well if there's even a family for me to get back to.

I was still in New York when the world went to shit. I tried to call everyone to let them know I was on my way but it was no use. The phone lines were dead and everything else followed slowly after. But not me.

Its been four days since I last drank something, and probably longer since I actually had something to eat. It was at this point I wanted to give up. What was the point in being alone in this world with only walkers to keep you company? I wanted my family.

I sighed as I leaned my back into the cold brick wall, dropping my bag on the ground as I do. I didn't want to believe that my family is dead. My dad, little brother Carl or my step-mom, Lori. She was the mother I always wanted. She treated me better than my own mother did. I wiped away the single tear that rolled its way on my cheek. I heard Carl's voice in my head say "come on Kaylee, get your head out your arse and get moving". I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to focus; focus on not giving up and not give up on my family. They were alive, they had to be.

It was quiet for a moment but quickly the sounds of walkers' growling started to fill the air. I swung my bag onto my back and took out my machete that was strapped to my hip.  On the other side sat my gun that my dad had given me for my 20th birthday but that wouldn't help me this time. Too many walkers, not enough ammo. I pushed myself off the wall and back to standing up straight. I looked around for any idea of which way I should go. I turned my head back to the walkers and they were now closer to me than before. As I kicked one in the chest to push it back, the other kept coming closer, growling trying to make me his next meal. I lifted my machete and swung directly at the walkers skull taking him down in one full swoop, as the other walker started getting back up I sliced the top half of this skull off.

I looked down at the now dead walkers and sighed in relief, but before I had time to really catch my breath, more walkers came around the corner. I sighed once again, putting my knife back in it's holder and holding the straps of my bag tight; I started to run again.

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First chapter to Lost and found! please don't hesitate to comment, this is my first book so I'd love to hear what you all think! 

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