The Walking Dead

Scratches Can Do You In Too

( Daryl's P.O.V.) 

As I dumped the final body down the elevator shaft for Noah and Dawn to toss in the burning pile, I heard an unrecognizable voice say: I have located the pigs." 

Some of the Officers that were in the area heard it too, so I turned it up. 

" That pregnant one is going to be delicious. Don't hurt her." Another voice said while the main one said. " Save the cops for procreation."

" Can you ping where this is comin' from?" I asked. 

" Yeah. Give me a sec."

" Guessn' those are the cannibals that beat her up?" A male Officer asked. 

" Don't know." 

" It's coming from about 10miles into the woods near the West Georgia Correctional Facility." 

" How far?" 

" Feet." 

" Shit, give me that. Gleen, you there?"

Nothing.

" PICK UP THE DAMN RADIO!" 

" Yeah?" Beth asked. " What's wrong?" 

" Get Dani on here!"  

" Yeah," Dani said.

" Those damn cannibal are at your doorstep! Get some snipers to flank and start moving to the back of the cell blocks, they're dangerous!" 

" Where the fuck are you? The recaption is never clear?" 

" Grady Memorial Hospital. If anyone gets out of there in one piece, tell them to come here." 

" Alright. B-" 

" Dani? Hey!" 

Silence. 

" Damn it!" I said, slamming the handpiece against the table, making it pop. " Fucking animals are going to tear that place apart!" 

" What's wrong?" Dawn said, darting into the room. 

" I gotta go. Keep an eye on Andrea for me." 

" Go where?" Dawn asked, stopping me with her arm. 

" To save my friends from cannibals. If any of them show up here, let them in." 

"You're not going out there alone." 

" I'm better off by myself. You guys aren't exactly quiet." 

" Then at least take some supplies. You can just take a pistol and hope for the best. And don't worry, we'll have plenty of stuff left." 

" Fine, let's hurry the hell up then. I need to get there as night is fallin'." 

( Bob's P.O.V.) 

" You alright?" Sasha asked me. 

" Yeah," I said, panting. " It didn't get me."

" Alright." 

" Let's get this food loaded up!" Abraham yelled.  

" Alright. Come on, guys." 

" This will last us for a while, right?" Father Gabrial asked. 

" We're going to need a lot more if they find the Church," Tyreese said. " This will probably last us only a few days."

" Rick radioed back yet?" Moralis asked. 

" Nope, it's been silent." 

" Hope he's alright." 

( Shane's P.O.V.) 

" You're going to have to hit me harder than that you fucking prick!" I yelled, spitting blood on 

" Then how about I cut your fucking finger off you prick." Danny St. John said. " What do you think Pa? Should I?" 

The Walker head chomped its teeth. 

" Then a finger comes off." 

I howled in pain as thunder smacked outside. " Oops, didn't quite get it. Gotta pull the bode out." 

" FUCKING DIRTBAG!" I yelled as he pulled the bone out of the whole that use to be my middle finger. 

Rick wasn't far behind, screaming his head off as the smell of burnt flesh filled the barn house. 

I noticed a pitchfork and the next thing I know his neck was impaled on it, the sound of him gurgling filled the air.

Didn't even fucking pay attention to the puddle of blood that was on the floor.

I tore the duck tape from my torso, then my wrists, and grabbed the cleaver the fucker cut my finger off with the cut the rope that was tied around my feet.

" The fuck!" The other one yelled as he opened the steel door. 

I tossed the cleaver at him with all my strength, planting itself in his throat causing him to fall over. 

" RICK!" I yelled. 

" I'M ALIVE!" He yelled back. 

I ripped the rest of the rope off, got up, picked up the cleaver, and headed over to him. 

I kicked down the door to find Rick laying on a metal table, parts of skin taken from every part of his body. 

I got him loose and picked him up, carrying him up to their house, cleaved their mother, and rushed him to the bathroom so I could take care of his wounds. 

" Fix yours first." Rick said through gritted teeth. 

" I'll be fine." 

( Same Time) 

( Dale's P.O.V.)

" What the hell am I going to do?" I cried as I looked at the long, deep scratches that were on my leg as Walkers pounded on the glass doors of an Elementry School. " I'm a fucking goner." 

"You're going to be my dinner, that's what." I male voice said behind me.

I was knocked out by a punch before I could see his face.

" It's probably stupid to be here." Gareth said as I opened my eyes.

" I don't care. I'm hungry." A woman said as she stuffed her face with meet. 

Something told me to look down soI did, and I found that both of my legs and my right arms were gone. 

It didn't shock me as much, but I was saddened that I couldn't say goodby to my girl, to everyone. 

I accepted my death, and I cracked a smile as I felt the fever set in. 

Scratches can do you in too.