I Still Love You (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 1

It's been 427 days since the world went to shit. Yep, I counted. Life gets pretty boring when you're by yourself for over a year. I've been with a few groups. But I much prefer to be by myself. That's what it was like growing up. With a father who was constantly hooking up with random girls, drinking his body weight in vodka, then feeling sorry for himself and taking his anger out on me, you get used to be feeling alone.

I heard a twig snap and whipped around. A single walker was limping my way. I walked towards it and stuck my hunting knife between its bloodshot eyes. "Thought you could sneak up on me, huh?"

"That's weird." I thought to myself. I've never seen one walker by itself. Usually they travel in groups. Oh well.

All of a sudden an overwhelming amount of moans and groans were coming my way. Walkers were all around me. I had to run. I ran as fast as I could. My heart was beating out of my chest. Out of nowhere I tripped over a giant tree root. I quickly got up and continued running, completely ignoring the pain in my right ankle. As if my luck could get any better, as I was running my foot got caught in a tight noose.

"What the hell!" I yelled out. The moans and groans were getting closer. I tried pulling my foot out, only making the noose tighter. The rope was starting to cut through my skin. Blood was spilling out the sides. How could a simple rope do so much damage?

"Help! Someone! Help!" I started panicking. I felt like I was going to pass out from bloodloss.

"Oh shit!" A man with a beard came towards my way. My vision started to blur.

"Glenn! Help get the walkers!" The man yelled.

I heard gunshots from what I assumed was Glenn. The man in front of me was cutting the rope with a small knife. I started to feel tired.

"Come on! Stay with me!" The man yelled.

I closed my eyes and darkness overtook me.