Arrow's to the Heart: part 2 (Daryl Dixon fanfiction)

CHAPTER TEN: The End

*BACK THEN* (age 16)

As you were walking back from the store with your new outfit on feeling clean again you are spotted by a group of guys in an ally watching your every move. You play around like you don't notice them but you can see them from the corner of their eye. You were scared but shook it off. The next couple houses were just a few blocks away. You would be okay.

But just in case after you pass the ally way you pick up your walking pace and started speed walking with your arms crossed. You turn around a corner to see if they were still there. From the corner of your eye they were all approaching. You ran from guys like this once, you cant run a second time.

You start to pick up your speed and soon start running to get ahead of them as much as possible. You soon find yourself on the floor blacked out. You wake up and your room tied to a chair. You thought you were going to die. You thought you were dead.

*PRESENT*

"Holy crap jeez sprained ankles HURT!" you said trying to get up. Your bow and arrow was on the other side of the cliff.
"Why is it all the way over there?! I fell straight down!" you said looking at your bow and arrow from far away.

The herd of walkers were coming closer to you. Luckily they were still slow so you had enough time to get away. You hear barking coming from above.

"KENNY GO BACK TO CAMP AND GET THE OTHERS! WAIT....your a dog what will you know what I'm talking about. NEVER MIND!"

But you look up and see the barking once again and turning its head around looking away. The dog looks down at you and finds a connection. The dog takes off sprinting.

"or you can ya know just leave me" you said sighing. The walkers were closer "Alright come one Nic COME ON!" you shouted at yourself.

You use the strength you have to lift yourself up but there's nothing without pain. "AHHH STUPID PIECE OF OOW!" you yelled. But you had to get up and get away. But you weren't going to leave without the satchel.

You were grunting and using all your might to pull yourself up. After a couple seconds you finally get up and start limping to your bow and arrow. As you reach out for it you feel something tugging on your heel.

You turn and a walker pulls you down on your weak ankle. "OW CRAP WHY THAT ONE YA STUPID WALKER!" you yelled in pain.

It was biting on your shoe and you were doing everything you can to get it off you. You were reaching your hand to get the bow. Your fingers were inches away from you. "...wait. I have arrows on my back" You remembered.

You pulled an arrow from your quiver and you reach down and stab the walker in the head. You use your other leg and kick it away from you but another one falls on top of you trapping you down. You were holding its muscles to keep it up hovering over you. You can see the black on its teeth and you can see the decay all around its face.

The walker was biting at you trying to get to your face. You were scared to death. Then your PTSD started kicking in.

NO STOP GET OFF ME!!

You shot back to reality and you see the walker you see its hands fly in the air forming a slapping motion. It was in the air and it swooped up and when it came back down it was inches away from your skin you can feel the tip of it's nails in your side. You thought you were once again dead but you thought of something quick and you move you ribs to the side.

Use one hand to push the walker's neck up keeping it hovering over you and used the other to grip the wrist of the walker and break it backwards, causing it to limp so it couldn't move it. It was a small wobbling piece of meat. Luckily you were safe because the bone wasn't popping out to stab you.