(Hey guys! So I know I already have a story about The Walking Dead that I am working on but I made another.. Haha! I actually started this one on Instagram and I decided that I liked it and I figured, hey why not post it on here so all of you lovely people can read it? So here it is! The chapters will be nothing like my other story, they are going to be short but that is just because they are made for Instagram where they can't be too long. So sorry about that one but it is a fun story that I am pretty quick about writing new chapters so yeah :D By the way, if you want to check my Instagram account out, I am Dixonsriot ;) haha! But anyway, here is the first chapter!)

I guess it wasn't a surprise it fell apart. I wasn't surprised just disappointed. I could get but let the faint glow of hope grow in my breast that maybe we found a safe place. But apparently our luck ran out because we were on the move again, alone... Again. I let a sigh rock my body as hunger gnawed at my insides.

I looked over at my companion, my one and only friend, the only one I trusted anymore. Her shinning blue eyes met mine and a toothy grin lit up her face. How she could be so happy all the time, I would never understand it.

"Come on Scout, let's find us some dinner," I ran a hand over her blue speckled head lovingly. Her tall sent a few leaves airborne before she took off, loping eagerly ahead of me. Scout was an American Cattle Dog I had gotten from a friend, who is now dead, a couple years ago in a time that's dead as well.

Suddenly my little cattle dog took off, disappearing into the brush and I only laughed, shaking my head at her. She would be back of course, probably spotted some poor little critter, but at least she would have a full belly tonight. I moved a lot slower, trying not to draw too much attention to myself, just in case, you never knew.

So far it had been quiet but I knew that was a sign that I should stay alert because something was going to happen. They dead were scattered all through this woods and it would be better if we kept our distance. Better for them because they wouldn't get a cold blade between their eyes. Better for me because I wouldn't have to deal with their blank empty eyes, their reeking rotting bodies, and the fact that at one point they were someone. It haunted me even if I had come to terms with the fact that they were dead and I couldn't possibly be really hurting anyone.

Just thinking about one of those walking, rotting corpses made me rest a hand on the handle of the hunting knife strapped to my leg. And then loop my thumb in the strap that crossed my chest, pulling the billhook machete snug against my back.

A stick snapped to my left and I had the machete in my hand in a second flat, ready to defend myself. I hoped it was just Scout, returning from her hunt, but the protective growl that sounded from my side told me it couldn't be her. So who or what was it?

(This first one was terribly short, I know... The next should be a little bit longer but again they are made for Instagram so they won't be very long. And yes, I am a pro at ended my chapters with cliff hangers.. hahaha so hate me for it or what, hopefully it keeps you coming back to see what happens! Anyway, PLEASE review! Thanks a bunch guys!)