The Third Dixon [The walking dead]

Chapter four

Nathan sat on the bridge above the stream, pulling his still wet shirt over his head as it clung to his skin. 

''This is Turner Creek, so Barnesville must be a few miles downstream.'' Nathan took the map from Michonne again, putting it into his backpack he looked over to Measi's jacket, smiling at it as he pulled it over his wet shirt, before throwing the bag over his shoulders. 

''Sounds like our best chance at finding a new ride.'' Bob spoke up. 

''Yo, Ty.'' Daryl called out, the older man looking up from next to the stream where he was still cleaning his shirt. ''Come on, let's go. Vámonos'' Daryl, Nathan and Michonne already took off, leaving Bob to take care of Tyreese. 

Nathan checked his gun for bullets, seeing seven more in the magazine before he put it in his waistline that held it in place, walking into the direction of Barnesville. 

The group of five arrived at a gas station, his eyes landing on a sign that had been turned into the word 'Hell' as he pulled onto his bag straps, playing with the fabric as Daryl stopped in front of an overgrown area. 

''You see something?'' Nathan questioned, his eyes roaming over the plants that had taken over the entire structure.

''I don't know. Maybe.'' He sighed as he walked closer to it. Turned out, it was a car that had been overgrown. Nathan pulled yet another branch and leaves away, hearing Daryl sigh loudly. ''We gotta find us a new battery.'' He spit out against a window next to him, jumping away when two hands banged against it.

''Got some friends inside.'' He called out, Nathan following him to the building, trying to get as much branches and away. ''Let's clear a path, see how many we got.''  Nathan's eyes turned to Tyreese, who was simply hitting away anything in his way. Nathan frowned as he spoke up.

''Hey, man, go easy. We don't know what we're dealing with.'' Tyreese ignored him and continued, much to Nathan's annoyance, looking at the older man  before the leather jacket suddenly had a mouth attached to it. He quickly put a knife into the walker's head, softly thanking Measi for giving him the jacket that had now saved his life. He turned back to Tyreese, who was struggling with a walker, not letting go like the others urged him to go. 

When Nathan and Daryl had enough, Daryl pulled the walker away from Tyreese, Nathan putting his blade into it's skull before pulling it back. ''Why the hell didn't you let go?'' Michonne demanded from him, not getting an answer as Nathan just sighed, walking off with Daryl. 

When they finally got to the inside of the building, Nathan smiled, raiding the battery department and stuffing it into his bag. When he stuffed one into the jacket, he frowned, feeling a piece of paper and something smooth. He pulled out the content, smiling at a picture of Measi staring at him. He opened the piece of paper, reading it as he shone a flashlight on it. 'Love you, dork.' He chuckled at it as he put it back in the inside pocket, closing the button to make sure he wouldn't lose it. ''Love ya too, idiot.'' 

He arrived back at the car, the smile still plastered on his face as Michonne chuckled at him, taking his bag from him as the two started small talk. ''You know, you never told me about your life. I mean, apart from being Measi's boyfriend, I don't know much about you.'' 

Nathan looked towards the ground, there had been a reason why he never told anyone about his time before he met the brown haired girl. ''Yeah, uhm.'' 

Nathan laid next to his dad in his sleeping bag, the fire next to them popping softly as he listened to it. The two had found another group of survivors, seven to be exact. Zara, a girl from about his age had watch that night as she kept her gun close to her, walking circles around them. He sat up in his sleeping bag, noticing that he had scared Zara. ''Sorry, couldn't sleep.''