Illusion - A Daryl Dixon Love Story

Chapter 1

Tucker's POV
"Fuck!" I yell. The empty campsite reveals its self to me. I'm stranded. I'm alone. My people left me. I have no food, no water, no car. I've only a hunting knife to defend me. The space is clear, minus the garbage leftover. "Those bastards!" I spit in the dirt. It slowly absorbs into the dry, brittle ground.

I decide to leave. There's no point in staying in this shit hole. I take in my surroundings, there's not much. Just trees, and of corse, dead bodies. Atlanta's been destroyed. The dead have taken over now. Humans, well, they hide. The cowards do. I'm not a coward.

My walk tires me. A groan startles me. I turn on my heel quickly to try and find where the sound came from. Noting. I shrug, and continue my walk. There's no point in drawing my knife, most of the dead have already been killed, again.

This world is too quiet. Its sad to say I miss all of the wrong that was in the world. All the robberies, the shootings and just plain noise. Nowadays, nothing happens. Where I am, that is. I don't know if the rest of the world ended up like this. Sometimes I question myself, but to be honest, I only care about myself.

I've saved lives. I've tried to hold onto people; they just slip away. There's no point anymore. I've no one left that I care about anyway. My mother died when I was fourteen and my dad died last year from a heart attack. My sister left when I was eighteen. She's probably dead by now, she was never a strong fighter.

I was in the army for a few years. I saw things I never thought I would. I've learned how to survive, and now is the time to put my skills to the test, again.

Its beginning to get dark. The light slowly fades away, leaving me in the dark. I have no flashlight, so I'm forced to stop somewhere and take cover for the night. I'm in the middle of nowhere; there's no buildings around here. A lot of trees though. Lots. I find a tree, not too high and start to climb.

Scratches wake me. I rub my eyes and look down to the ground. "Are you fucking kidding? Holy shit." Three of the dead stand at the base of the tree clawing at it. "Looks like I've got work cut out for me today." I mumble. I'm not too high up, so I can jump down, if I'm careful. I can make a run for it too, but why not take those assholes down? Its worth a good laugh to see those things suffer.

I jump down about four or five feet. "Shit." I land on my butt, just what I need. The dead turn and start to walk towards me. I draw my knife and kick one down. One of the dead gets too close and I grab it by its shirt and drive my knife into its skull. I stab the second almost immediately after the first one. The last dead struggles to get to its feet. A stick drove through its abdomen. I make my way around it and stab it in its skull.

I've been walking for what feels like ages. My legs are sore and I need food. I see buildings in the fog, at least an hours walk away. "So thats where I'm headed, I guess." I tell myself.

The city's trashed. Buildings are burned to bits, some still burn. I'm careful to keep my surroundings, not that I'll get lost or anything.