The end is a new beginning

This is a walking dead fanfiction so yes there are mature scene's I recommend reading if you are over the age of 18 but I'm not your parents so do as you please. "Cannibal's, no they were dead." "Then how did they get back up and attack?" "I don't know little bro." "What are we going to do?" "Well for starters I want to go see if the rest of our family is alive." "What if they are one of them." "I-I don't know." Silence hung in the air. Angel looked to be deep in thought. I couldn't imagine any of my other family being one of them. It's to hard to grasp the idea of that. No. Their alive because we all own guns the one right we never lost to the government. Their alive because the are strong. Their alive because the only thing we know how to do in this family is survive. "Hey." I looked up at Angel as I spoke. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Their alive." I brought him in a hug. He began sobbing. I didn't loosen my grip though. If they weren't alive though I wasn't going to let him doubt their well being. We sat in my truck windows cracked just a little so I didn't need to burn gas leaving the truck on. I heard something like a motorcycle coming down the road. I reached for my gun just in case I laid Angel's seat down first quickly but careful not to wake him. Then I laid mine back and waited the sound stopped it sounded like in front of my truck a little ways. 'Don't come this way, please please please.' I heard hard foot steps coming toward the truck. Great. I leaned up just enough to see which side they were coming on. "Driver. Angel." I whisper trying to awaken him. If I can't get out he can at least hide under the back seat. "What?!" "Shhhh damnit get underneath the backseat now." "Why!?" "Because I said so now go." He did as I said deciding he was to tired to argue. I got my gun ready when I looked again I seen there was a second man. They both looked like rednecks. Great.