Alone

The Group

It was getting dark out. The sun was just starting to set. Every once and awhile a walker appeared to be walking down the road. I paid no mind to them and continued to drive. I was running low on fuel. Hopefully I will run into some cars soon.

I saw something ahead. I slow down just in case people are there. I wanna seem friendly because I am and I don't want any trouble. As I get closer I saw a group of people standing. Okay, Haven, man up. Be tough as always. I can see the people looking my way. Once I was close enough I stopped the car.

They didn't move. Good, I like a group who doesn't show they are scared. Anyone could be in this car, lucky for them, it's just a kid. I grab my gun and put it in my pants. Should I get out? Fuck it.

I opened the door and saw them all reach for there weapons but they didn't take them out. I paused half way out the door so they could get a sense that I wasn't going to be trouble. I stoop up and walked to the front of my car. They just stared. Amazed I was a kid I guess.

There was a man with a crossbow, and a women with short hair holding a baby next to him. A black women with a sword came out from the woods along with a boy wearing a sheriff's hat. Next to them was a big black man and another black girl. And a man in front of me with a beard.

"Hello..." I finally got words out my mouth.

And soon enough I recognize the man with a beard. Sheriff of my old town. Rick Grimes. One time my neighbors were robbed and he was there.

I continued talking.

"...Sheriff Rick."

Was that a bit creepy to say? Oh well it came out. I was a bit strange anyways.

"How do you know that." Rick said sternly.

"You were the sheriff of my town. And that boy who I'm assuming is your son, is wearing a sheriff hat." I reply a bit sassy.

He smiled for a second.

"Where's your group?"

"Um I'm alone sir."

"Alone? Were you with anyone?"

"My sister, but I lost her. So I was looking for a group. I know how to fight. I have supplies, I can-"

Rick cut me off.

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"A lot, I had to sur-"

Again he cut me off.

"How many people have you killed?"

"1"

I didn't say more because I waited for him to ask why so I wasn't cut off.

"Why?"

"To survive."

"Where's your family?" The boy asked.

"I'd rather not explain unless my life depends on it."

They all looked at each.

"Does it?" I asked

"Depends." The crossbow man said.

"Well my mother killed herself when it started. And my dad was eaten alive. And my brother was bit so he begged me to shoot him, that being the only person I killed which you asked earlier."

It got silent. I spoke up again because I can never shut up.

"It's cool if you don't want me, you already have a kid and a baby. Um, here!"

I walk to the back of my car and grab a few granola bars and cans. Along with 3 knifes and some medicine. I put it in a small bag and hand it to Rick.

"I have plenty. You should have some, I stock up a lot so.. Yeah I will be going now."

I walk away and head to my car. As soon as I open it I hear the boy.

"Wait!"