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Chapter: That Eerie Feeling
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The engine of a 1987 Mustang Eleanor calmly purred as Nakkita Dixon drove down the backroads coming from the local hospital she worked at.
Being slightly new to the feel of working as and RN in the hospital, Nakkita was enjoying every minute of it thus far. It was a great job and one that she always wanted. She was happy that when she graduated, the hospital that she interned at was the one that offer her the job to come back and officially work for them. It had been a year now of working at the hospital. No matter what, she was still considered the rookie since the other nurses were much older than she was and been there for ten plus years.
Driving through the backroads of the Southern part of Georgia, she was heading back to the mountain area where her husband and she lived.
A low beeping sound drew her attention off the road for a split second to look down at her Mustang's gages to see that the gas was hitting close to E. A sighed escaped from her as she had to stop to put gas. Nakkita scanned her surroundings to see a sign that stated a gas station a quarter mile up ahead.
When she got close, Nakkita could see the gas station lights brightly lit. Pulling into the gas station, Nakkita pulled the mustang up to a gas pump that was farthest from the building.
Once in park, Nakkita shut off the vehicle, unbuckle herself out of the seat and she open the door to slide out of the driver's seat. Before she fully got out, she reached for her wallet that was sticking out of her purse. Though when she grabbed it, something slipped out of the wallet and flutter to the cement ground.
Exiting out of the vehicle, Nakkita bent down to pick up what had fallen out of her wallet and flipped it over. A smile instantly appeared on her lips.
It was a wallet size photo of her husband and she in hunting gear. Her husband was the one that taught her everything about nature, how to hunt, and how to survive out in the wilderness.
They had met when Nakkita was hiking through the woods one day to enjoy exploring the nature when she ended up falling down a drop off and into a creek. Clear as day, Nakkita remembered how she pulled herself out of the creek with a sprained ankle and no one around but nature itself. She had screamed for help and within minutes, he had appeared out of the woods.
His name was Daryl Dixon.
He had appeared out of the woods with a rifle in hand and he walked across the cold water creek, not caring if his clothes got wet and he stood before her with those piercing blue eyes with dark green surrounding the pupils. He had ended up calling her stupid and she had retorted back by calling him a redneck asshole. That was how their relationship had started.
After that day, Daryl had appeared wherever she had gone and he would always bother her, whether it was a short comment or just hover around her to learn more about her. Within a month of doing that, Daryl had the courage to finally ask her out on a date. They gone out and after that they were together for a year and a half before he asked her to marry him. Of course she had said yes.
Smiling at the picture that brought up the memory of how their relationship came to be, Nakkita tucked the picture safely back into her wallet for safe keeping. Pulling the debit card out of her wallet, she tossed the wallet back into the purse and then moved to the end of her car.
Opening the gas hatch and then the gas cap, Nakkita turned to the pump and she slid the card into the machine, hit the button for the unleaded gas and she pulled the pump out as it made a click sound to begin pumping gas. She stuck the gas pump into the car and she pulled the lever to begin filling her Mustang up.
As Nakkita stood there filling up her Mustang, she looked around at her surroundings. It was dark out and there was an eerie feeling about tonight. There was woods around this gas station and nothing else. The feel of eyes on her made her to keep glancing around, but so far she did not see anything unusual.
Being married to a Dixon, Nakkita was sure as hell trained to fight, to keep her senses sharp, and know how to not take anyone's bullshit.
A quick glance behind her, she saw nothing causing her to sigh out as she felt as if she was being too paranoid.
Nakkita looked down at the gas pump to the station where she saw the cashier through the window behind the counter and watching the TV that hung up in the corner of the store.
Though Nakkita's eyes narrowed when she took notice that someone was walking around the counter in a staggering sway. They outstretched their arms out in front of them toward the cashier, who had no clue that someone was sneaking up behind them.
As Nakkita open her mouth to let out some sort of shout as a warning, the sound died out in her throat at what she saw next.
Her eyes widen in complete horror as she watched the staggering person lunged forward at the back of the cashier and clamped their mouth onto the side of their neck. With a jerk of their head back, the person ripped the cashier's throat apart causing blood to bubble out like a watering hose. The person kept ripping away at the cashier's throat causing blood to squirt everywhere.
Nakkita stood there frozen as she couldn't believe what she had just witness. Snapping out of it, she shakily pulled the gas pump out of her mustang and literally threw it back into the holder. Screwing the gas cap back on, she shut the hatch and she moved toward her driver's side door.
When Nakkita was about to slide back into her Mustang, she looked up ahead to see more of those staggering people appearing out of the woods. There was three in total.
What disturbed her even more was the dark blackish red blood that was seeping out of their mouths, dripping down their clothes and the ground.
Immediately, Nakkita knew that something fucked up was happening. That these people weren't in their right state of mind.
Quickly getting inside her Mustang, Nakkita buckle up and she turned the keys on in the ignition. She shifted the Mustang into drive and hit the gas pedal, peeling out of the gas station and back onto the backroads.
There was not a care in the world about her driving the speed limit. All she had in her head was getting home.
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….Daryl and Nakkita's House: ….
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"We can't leave." Daryl shouted as he was pushed out of his wife and his cabin home.
"We have to little brother."
"Not without my wife!" Daryl shouted as he stagger down the front porch steps and he whirled around to glare at his older brother, Merle, who had came over to get Nakkita and Daryl to get the hell out of there.
The two Dixon brothers had saw on the news that there was some sort of epidemic outbreak happening. People were getting effected by a virus that was turning them into flesh eating beings. The Dixon brothers knew that the virus was turning people into zombies. That all those zombie movies that they watched was coming true. It wasn't a fictional story anymore. Instead, it was becoming a non-fiction now.
"She is a Dixon! You taught her well…I hope."
"Shut up!"
"Just finish packing that shit in the truck. She is fine."
A low growl slipped out of Daryl as he stormed over to the Ford pickup to shove most of his survival gear into a bigger bag and into the bed of the truck. He made sure that he had his crossbow and bolts with him in the front seat.
Daryl saw that Merle had put his black Triumph motorcycle in the bed of the truck. Once everything was packed, Daryl got into the passenger side of the truck and Merle got into the driver's side. As Merle started up the truck, he wasted no time of immediately hitting the gas and peeling out of the stone driveway.
The whole time of driving on the backroads, Daryl artic color blue eyes were staring out at the passing scenery of the woods. Though his mind was filled with nothing but his wife. Shutting his eyes, he dropped his head against the window with a thud.
From the driver side, Merle heard the thud and when he looked at Daryl, he could clearly see that Daryl was becoming more and more in distress. Merle eyebrows rose when he saw Daryl eyes filling up with unshed tears. Any other time, Merle would have made fun of Daryl for showing such emotions, but with all this shit going on and not having Nakkita around, Merle knew there was something very wrong that his little brother wasn't telling him.
Looking back at the road, Merle thought about how he just got out of jail a few days ago and when he came home, he had stopped at a diner where he witness a waitress bite a customer's fingers clean off. That incident of course had Merle cursing up a storm and he immediately went straight to his little brother and sister-in-law home.
"Are you crying, Dar-leen-a?"
"Shut the hell up! I had just left my wife behind and in her condition too."
Now, Merle knew that Nakkita could handle herself very well, but with Daryl mentioning the last part about Nakkita's 'condition' that got Merle to ease up on the gas pedal to stare at Daryl with narrowed eyes.
Daryl had lifted his head off the window as he could feel Merle staring him down after that comment. Bringing his right thumb up to his mouth, Daryl began to chew any hangnails that surrounded his thumbnail. It was a nervous habit that he always did for years.
"What do you mean in her condition?"
For a few seconds Daryl did not reply as he kept staring out the window, but that was his mistake of not answering to Merle. For Merle did not like being ignored and therefore, Daryl received a small smack upside the head for his attention. Daryl turned his head to stare at Merle with a glare and Merle was gladly glaring right back.
"You better answer me little brother or I'm going to pull this truck over and kick your sorry little a—"
"She is pregnant." Daryl snapped.
Instantly, the truck came to a screeching halt and thrown into park.
Daryl brought his hands up to stop himself from slamming into the dashboard of the truck. Looking to Merle, Daryl saw his older brother was staring straight ahead out of the windshield with a blank expression until he slowly turned his head to stare at Daryl with an emotionless expression.
"How far along is she?" Merle lowly asked.
"Eight months." Daryl lowly answered and Merle heard him clear as day as his eyes started to narrow, his hands clenching the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning pure white.
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT LETTING HER OUT OF THE HOUSE IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU DIPSHIT!?"
The statement was very much true to Daryl as he didn't want Nakkita going to work with being heavily pregnant. Then again, she was in a hospital anyways so if she was to go into labor, she was already there. Daryl bowed his head, showing that he knew his brother was right.
Nakkita was the one and only woman that Merle had actual respect for. That was because Nakkita never took any of Merle's shit and she had actually kicked Merle ass once. That was where the Dixon brothers learned that Nakkita's older brother was a ranger in the services and had taught her how to defend herself.
"I can see why you feel like fucking shit now." Merle snapped at Daryl, not making the situation any better.
Putting the truck back into drive, Merle aggressively stomped his foot onto the gas causing the Ford pickup to shoot forward with a jerk and the engine to loudly roar with the sudden acceleration.
They were going ninety miles per house down the backroads now.
All Daryl could do was stare out the window and he hoped that his wife and their little were safe.
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Pulling into the driveway of the cabin home, Nakkita saw that all the lights were off and the Ford pickup was gone.
Daryl wasn't home.
"No, no, no." Nakkita repeatedly said as she parked the Mustang and got out to walk up the front porch of the cabin home.
When Nakkita entered the cabin, she looked on the kitchen island where Daryl and she usually leave notes for each other. She found one in Daryl's handwriting stating that Merle literally dragged him out of the house and he wanted her to find a safe haven and be safe. That he will come find her once things settle down.
Dropping the note back onto the kitchen island, Nakkita instincts kicked in.
Quickly leaving the kitchen to move down the hallway to where Daryl and her bedroom was, Nakkita grabbed her hunting gear and one of her hiking bag. In the hiking bag, she threw in a first aid kit, some clothes and her prenatal vitamins. Next she grabbed her high tech compound bow with its metal head arrows.
All that was brought out to her mustang and thrown into the passenger side and she moved back to the cabin to another bedroom in the home.
The bedroom that she entered in had light blue decorations everywhere, a baby crib, a change table, a rocking chair in a corner near a bookshelf, and a toy chest to the side. The room was to be their son's bedroom.
Daryl had been very excited with setting up the crib and the changing table. Now, this baby room was just a baby room as no one will be living within it anymore with the outbreak happening.
Going over to the closet in the room, Nakkita grabbed the already packed baby bag. She went to Daryl and her bedroom to find another duffle bag to bring back into the baby room to pack up a lot of baby things that will definitely come in handy.
Everything got put into the Mustang, even the baby seat. When everything she believed was packed in the Mustang, Nakkita went back up to the house. Even if the world was going into this outbreak, Nakkita still locked up the house.
Getting back into the Mustang, Nakkita put her seatbelt on, started the Mustang up and let it heat up before she put the car into gear. Peeling out of the gravel driveway, Nakkita was back on the backroads. She had find a safe place because she knew that nowhere was safe for an eight month pregnant woman.
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Hello Everyone!
THIS CHAPTER HAD BEEN UPDATED AS OF 7/11/16!
I have been going through the chapters as I noted some words were misspelled and whatnot. I'm not the best grammar person, but I do pick up on some things.
Therefore, when a chapter has a redone alongside it, well it had been redone.
This story used to be post before but I took it down because I decide that it needs to be fix up a bit. (Plus, I lost slight interest in it…) Anyways, please enjoy and please give positive reviews!
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