Nothing but Dead (The Walking Dead Fanfic)

Judge, Jury, Executioner

Daryl and William are fixing up the shed which Randal is being held in. The prisoner has been questioned about his people and other things and has said nothing useful.

An orange haze casted over the moving sea of grass. Half of a glowing, radiant light loomed on the horizon. A warm sensation was splashed onto thier face's as they worked. A calmness flew by with the wind making William's heart stop for a single second. He could hear the grasses rustling behind him as if they were whispering one another to hush. But there was nothing to be afraid of.

He has done this kind of work before, this was nothing new to him. Hammers and nails, things like that came easy to him. He stopped hammering and looked across the fields in front of him. Hershel's farm was almost like William's. William just didn't have all the land Hershel did.

A sharp chill suddenly comes over him as the sun goes down behind the trees. "It's getting cold." William stated as Daryl grunted in response."What month you say it is?"

"I say its October." Daryl guessed talking around the nails he held in his mouth.

Rick wanted a meeting with everyone. He didn't say what it was about but everyone knew it was about Randal. Rick came up with a plan a few days ago to take Randal eighteen miles out and just let him go. But things got out of hand. Rick and Shane both came back with broken and bloodily faces. 

Mitchel, Rebecca, Dale, Connor and Garrett are sitting around a fire. When Mitchel spoke up. “So Dale I was wondering, I see you checking your watch every day. Why do you still have one?” 

“Don’t you think it’s still important to tell time?” Dale asked. Everyone around the fire just looks at him. “Come on at least the days are important, right?”

“The world ended. Nobody needs to be on time anymore, no one cares about the days either.” Connor laughed lightly. He had forgotten what it was like to keep track for the days. He himself didn't know what day it was.  

“Well I for one still think it is important to tell time." Dale gets up and grabs a couple of pieces of wood that were at his side and throws them in the fire. 

The fire flushed around the wood that Dale threw in with a wash of red and yellow sparks. Like the beauty of running water so unearthly. Yet it has a dangerous beauty. They fire leaping up, picking up speed like a river does tributaries. The fire held its head up regally and proudly as it ate up the two pieces.

Dale sat back down and continued what he was going to talk about. “We need time. We need time to work, to eat, to sleep, and to accomplish all the daily chores of living. We also need time to know and understand our family, our children, and our friends." He stopped and looked down at his watch, smiling at it before continuing. Then he laughed. "Also, if I'm the last human to die, then I want to know the exact time and day the humanity went extincted.

The last sentence he says gives everyone a hard laugh for at least a good minute.

“What did you do before this?” Garrett asked Dale after every had calmed down.

“My wife and I were retired and traveling, that’s why I have an RV.” Dale said looking at the RV behind them. "Before that I was a Salesmen. I would sit in a chair in front of a desk inside my cubical for long periods on end."

“Your wife?” Rebecca questioned.

“She died of cancer right before the outbreak of this disease.”

 “I’m sorry.” 

"Don't be." Dale uttered with a smile on his face as he looked up in the sky. "I know she is up there somewhere watching me. Plus she didn't have to go through what we are going through. What did you all do?"