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I hear a loud groan of hunger come from outside my tent, and I look up from the knife I'm sharpening. I hold my finger to my lips to hush Bianca, who I could tell was about to scream. I firmly grip the knife and motion for Bianca to keep back. I unzip the tent and the walker's on me, spitting on my face. I stab it, but I miss its head and give it a nice neck wound. It pushes me to the ground and I try to kick it off, but it easily overpowers me.
"Bianca help me!" I scream, but she just sits there petrified,
The walker suddenly stops moving and the blood from its head pours onto me. I firmly close my eyes and plugs my nose so it doesn't infect me. I wipe my face off with my blue shirt sleeve and see David standing over the corpse holding his ax. He pushes the corpse off of me and helps me up.
"What the hell were you thinking?! She could've been killed!" David shouted.
"Do you want to attract those things? No! So for god sakes get off my back!" Bianca yells as she storms off.
Monica and Ian rush in as they hear the screaming, and Monica rolls her eyes as I explain what happened. Ian seems beyond terrified; he's practically shaking out of his pale skin.
"They found our camp already? We have to move," Ian starts to pace as his frail sixteen year old body is ready to burst with freight. "But where to?"
"Ian's right, we gotta move. But we've been over every inch of this area," Monica bites her lip as she runs her fingers through her long black hair.
"We can't move guys. We've got too much stuff to move without a car, and those Wodbury junkies took our last one. A car brings too much attention to us anyway," David explains while cleaning his ax. "To make matters worse, what if two of us are out scouting and the main camp gets attacked? Three people can't exactly fight off twenty walkers."
"So I'll scout. That leaves the four of you, and I'm better at running away then y'all anyway," I have to literally clamp my hands over David's mouth so I can finish my argument. "David you have to keep things up around here. Ian, you and Bianca freeze up around walkers. Monica, you need to guard the camp and help David."
"Who died and made you leader?" Bianca hisses as she re-enters the tent.
"No way," David pries my hands from his mouth.
"You can't go out there!" Ian says worriedly.
"Allison, you're THIRTEEN years old! You can't go out alone! You needed my help taking down one walker, you'd be helpless if more than two were on you," David growls. "I forbid it."
Monica bites her lip and I can tell she's in deep thought. Ian and David exit the tent, David shaking his head. Bianca sits down and continues folding clothes. I change into dark skinny jeans, black Converse, a black tank top, and a baggy red and black flannel button down shirt.
"When do you plan to leave?" Monica asks, staring straight into my eyes.
Bianca rolls her eyes and sighs, leaving the tent.
"I-I don't know what you're- what are you saying?" I stumble.
"Look Allison, I know you. I know that at some point today you're going to sneak off like a little rat and scout. Don't play game with me," Monica states as her eyes narrow.
"It's not sneaking off if you know about it," I say as I regain my cool.
I walk out of the tent, dragging the corpse behind me. I take a shovel and drag the body not too far off from our camp. I dig a deep hole and place the mangled dead man. I never really think about what walkers were before they became corpses, but as I stood at the grave I wondered. He seems to have been a younger man, in a cowboy hat and a light shirt. He looks as if he belonged to a farm. Maybe his name was Tommy, Jimmy, Fred. I didn't think to look for an ID, and I don't feel like digging him back up just to find out.
By the time I return to camp, it's nightfall. Everyone seems to be asleep, but Ian's sitting down by the small fire, trying to warm up.
"You're on watch tonight?" I ask as I pass him.
He nods. Perfect. He'll be easy to sneak past. I enter my tent and prepare to move out. I slip a knife in my boot, a screw driver in my pocket, and a pistol in my holster. It's overkill, but I always comfort myself by saying that it's just precaution.
I slip out of my tent, looking at the ground to make sure I don't snap any twigs. I silently make my way out of the camp and turn on my flashlight. It's close to out of battery, so it's dim. I go east for a few hours, and come across a white house. After a light inspection of the inside, I decide it's been completely picked clean. Whoever was here last must've really needed some help[. Looking through the cupboards reminds me I forgot to bring food… Awesome. I sigh and exit the house, looking for anywhere else salvageable. It looks like the sun will rise in about two hours. My flashlight dim to complete darkness, and I silently hope I'll last those two hours.
