(Twd Fanfic) Faye King a young military girl best friend to the one and only Merle Dixon, never expected the end of the world to come so soon when it does she's afraid, afraid to lose everything, to lose him, Daryl Dixon. Will she survive? Will they...
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I sat alone at my camp preparing a squirrel for dinner I was starting to get tired of just eating squirrel. I was having a hard time finding anything else. It was silent, something I was used to by now. I have been on my own for weeks.
Blizzard, my husky who is an extremely small puppy growled notifying that something or someone is nearby.
I grabbed my bow quickly and easily knocked an arrow into place and pulled the string back, without hesitation I started aiming at the trees. Ready for anything.
Just then a lonely walker stumbled into my camp. I released the string causing the arrow to fly into its head. The walker's limp body fell to the ground with a quiet thud.
I look at the walker before I retrieved my arrow and put it back in my quiver. It's rotting skin smelled something awful, eyes were a red color. It had a huge bite on its neck dried up blood around it. I sighed and turned around.
Blizzard immediately calmed down when the walker hit the ground.
I sighed and sat down. I really can't stay alone out here any longer. I quickly finished eating grabbing my stuff and taking off, blizzard following not far behind.
Not sure where I was going but I just kept walking straight hoping to find something useful.
I eventually wandered out of the woods to see a highway. I tilted my head as I looked at the sign "Atlanta 1 mile we should go there huh girl?" I glanced at Blizzard.
She wagged her tail and barked quietly. "Well let's get going then," I said with a giggle as I walk towards Atlanta.
I had finally arrived. I walked down the isolated streets of Atlanta keeping an eye out for anything dangerous or useful. The occasional Walker stumbling towards us but I take care of them quickly before more come and I get overpowered.
The streets of Atlanta were peaceful and quiet as the can get until some idiot with a horse gallops down the street I was about to turn on.
I watched curiously as he turns the corner only to give a panic look and turns in my direction "Woah Woah!" He said as he galloped towards me.
A huge heard following him. "Blizzard, stay close," I ran towards the man and grabbed him by his arm since he fell off his horse.
"This way!" I yell over the loud groans and moans of the dead, he nodded. We run towards the tank, adrenaline running through our veins. He started shooting walkers that got to close. I just stabbed them with my hunting knife.
I slide under the tank scraping my arms on the gravel, opening the hatch, and climbing in the man doing the same I reached below and helped blizzard in then shut the hatch closed.
