Will They Get Me?

Surrounded

Daryl's POV

I was going hunting for the mission to save my son. I had brought along two guns, and some extra ammo just in case. I felt really bad for shooting Sara, but I would tell her that I was sorry when she gained conciousness again. It's not like I meant to shoot her.

Finally, I hear a crack, signalling there was an animal nearby. I turn towards the sound and the ferns rustle.

I squeeze the trigger ever so slightly, but not enough to shoot. I didn't want to shoot anybody else. I would not bare hurting anyone else.

I couldn't. I said to myself.

A small head pops out. It didn't look like a zombie with an ashen gray face but I was still on edge. I couldn't take any risks. My family need me more alive than dead.

How could a little girl have survived so long into an apocalypse?

She emerges completely. Then I see how she... didn't survive this long. She was covered in scrratches and bruises, from the waist down. She didn't make it, but it looked like she tried hard to survive. This girl had suffered.

Suddenly, she screams. And it was one piercing scream.

Then again, they were hardly as loud as the other screams that answered hers.

And suddenly, a mother load of zombies emerge from the bushes. I was surrounded, and I didn't have enough ammo to shoot them all down.  I start to panic not knowing what to do. I start to pack amo in my gun but my hands are shanking the bullets shake in my hand while I attempt to put them in the gun.

Goodbye. I think.

I start shooting. If I went down, I planned to go down fighting.