Dwight ran down the side of the road a knife in his hand, he stopped running looking at those things eat something he tried sneaking around them but he stepped on a branch and made it snap and break. They perked up growling at him, they stood up and walked over to him. Dwight backed up but tripped over a dead body he looked at them and closed his eyes and prepared for certain death but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw a guy shoot the things and look at him, he put his hand out "get fucking up you dumbass it's time to go" he was about to take his hand but he got tackled by one of the things and got bit he watched as he got eaten. He looked at them and stood up running away he closed his eyes running into the forest to get away from all the people, he shook and laid his head on the tree "why is this happening? What did we do to cause this?" He fell on his knees and looked at his knife "I can't kill anything I can't even kill a fly when it flies in my house." He laid his head on the tree trunk, closing his eyes shaking "this isn't fair it's not fair" he hit the tree. He listened to people scream and cry over loved ones they've just lost, he just wanted his life back he wanted to deliver pizzas, he wanted to pay bills, he wanted to hear car horns of impatient people but sadly those were no more. Those days he use to hate were now dreams he wanted so badly, but something else had crossed his mind, were people safe? He looked at the city of Huston he saw people rob people, stores, cars, and houses. He even saw them kill people, they killed people to get what a can of beans and a destroyed family, what he knew was when people were scared they did crazy stuff to feel safe or to get a leg up in the world. This was no different from any of those situations. He slowly stood up and looked at the city as small fires started to appear from cars, he took a deep breath and walked farther into the forest leaving the city, the people, and the drama everything behind him.
Dwight looked down walking through the brush, he sighed holding his stomach he hasn't eaten since last night and he was starving any food would do even stuff he hated he'd scarf down so fast. He looked at a bird "that looks so good" he looked around for anything to throw at it, he found a rock and decided that would have to do he picked it up and threw it but all it did was scare it off, he feel on his knees holding his stomach "shit that was my only hope." He perked up and look at the bird as someone shot it from the sky he looked at the person. A woman about 23 looked at him she had green hair with a red beanie over it, she had a dark and light red flannel on, a grey shirt under it or was it white and now just really dirty Dwight couldn't tell anyway the lady had black leggings on that were all ripped up she had blue and black converse. He shook his head and snapped out of his thoughts as she spoke up "hey you just going to kneel there?" He looked at her and slowly stood up she crossed her arms "so alone?" He nods rubbing his arms "what was that accent? It's obviously foreign but where is she from?" Again, he was snapped from his thoughts "hey boy answer me" he looked at her as she got impatient with him "ugh yea I'm alone" she nods "then come on I'm taking you to a small group I have we are rather well supplied as long as you can pull your weight you'll be fine" he nods quickly "I can do that" she nods walking through the forest until they reach a good-sized cabin. Dwight looked at it, it was two stories and made almost entirely of wood, it's windows were boarded up and so was the bunker door. He looked up at a guy as he smoked keeping watch he looked down at the woman and Dwight he climbed in the window and he disappeared until the front door opened the woman walked inside Dwight followed quickly behind and he kept his head down. The man closed the door locking it up again "welcome back Nea" he looks at her she nods "thanks Bill." Dwight looked at them, so the woman was Nea and the man was Bill. Bill was about 60 maybe older, he had grey hair and a grey beard, he had a green jacket on with scratches all over the back he had a hat on maybe it was an army hat but Dwight couldn't figure it out what the medal stood for, he'd have to ask later. He had grey pants on and a gun holster with some kind of gun inside it, maybe a MR380 centerfire. What confused on how Dwight knows about guns well he read all about them one day on a slow day at work.
Bill looked at Dwight "who's this?" Nea looks at him "yea I never did catch your name" he gulps "I'm Dwight Fairfield and I'm 25 years old" Bill nodded taking the cigarette out of his mouth "well I'm William Overbeck and this is Nea Karlsson" he nods looking at him he puts the cigarette back in his mouth Nea looks at him "go meet the others while we make dinner" he nods leaving the room looking around. Dwight found a couple or so he thought they were, the woman looked at a Kahr semiautomatic centerfire in her lap "Jake I don't like this" the man sitting next to her who she called Jake rubbed her back "I know you don't Claudette but we need them to survive" she looked at it slowly picking it up but she quickly dropped it and covered her head "no I won't use it Jake please" she looks at him tears welling in her eyes Jake looked at her "please Claudette just carry it to stay safe I need to know you'll be safe" he grabbed her chin running his thumb over the bottom of it with his thumb she looks at him wiping her eyes clean "alright Jake I'll try" he holds her close. Dwight decided to let them have their moments so he walked away. Anyway, Jake was a normal build man maybe a little on the buffer side he was about 25 maybe 26, he had a scraggy beard and messy hair both were black, he had a green zip up jacket on with a white scarf, he had khaki pants on with some kind of boots on, Dwight was very bad with shoes, all his clothes were dirty and covered in blood which means he had killed those things. Jake seemed to have worked outside a lot because he was on the tanner side he had brown gloves on and a Taurus Judge Revolver in a holster attached to his hip. Claudette a smaller woman with a smaller build she was 25, she had messy black hair she had glasses on, she has a pink button up shirt on, she has blue jeans on and some brown boots. Claudette was on the darker side; she was African American to put it simply she seemed very nice. The Kahr semiautomatic centerfire sat on the ground in front of her feet which it might stay there for a while but that didn't seem to bother her at all.
Dwight walks around the house and looked at things from the pictures he saw this cabin must have belonged to Claudette and Jake, which he could have kind of guessed. Jake seemed to be a loner type but when he was with Claudette he seemed more relaxed than he would with anyone else, he grabbed a picture looking on "be careful Jake doesn't like those out of place" a female voice says behind him he looks at them a girl about 22 looks at him. She has red hair under a blue and white baseball cap, she has a blue and white sports jacket on with a C on it, whatever that stood for. She had a white shirt under it that had a few dirt spots on it, she has blue jeans on and some light blue fingerless gloves on. A holster was attached to her leg it had a pietta 1873 sa revolvers in it she has black and blue running shoes on. He puts them down "right I'll keep that in mind" she nods walking away "I'm Meg" he nods "Dwight" she points at a room "you should meet David and Quentin" he nods walking to the room, he held the door handle taking a deep breath he slowly opened the door. He saw a man about 27. He had a stronger build than anyone here, he had brown hair running down the middle of his head the sides of his head were shaved, he has a brown beard which he seemed to take very good care of. He had a scar going over his left eye, he was wearing a brown jacket that was unbuttoned, a dirty grey shirt, he's wearing some dark blue jeans with some blood stains on them. He has brown work boots on. He has a heritage rough rider single action revolver sitting next to him. A teenage boy about 17 sat next to him. He has scruffy brown hair and pale skin, he has a black jacket on and a blue shirt under it, he has dark blue skinny jeans on and black high tops on. Like any teen he didn't seem very happy but honestly who could blame him it wasn't like the world was normal anymore and there really wasn't anything bring joy into people's lives. He had a walther arms p22 series semi-automatic rim fire pistol sitting in his lap. Dwight looked at them and slowly backed out of the room, he sighed and walked to an empty room, he opened the door and sat down on his bed he sighed and looked at his knife opening the drawer he grabbed a sig Sauer p320 rx pistol, he looked at it checking the clip "I think they won't mind if I used this" he put the clip back in it and placed it under his pillow, the safety was on of course. He laid down and looked at the ceiling thinking "this place might not be so bad; the people seem nice and who knows maybe we can survive this thing. If this cabin holds I can maybe design a wall that will keep us alive longer or maybe, we can move on when we get enough supplies we can maybe get a neighborhood under control and build a way to keep it safe. I'm thinking way too far ahead of myself they might not want to have anything to do with me, but if I show them I can carry my weight and use my brain to make this place safer maybe just maybe they'll trust me." He took his glasses off and rolled on his side putting his glasses on the night stand he looked at the wall for a while before he covered up and closed his eyes listening to footsteps of everyone in the house and those things, which are zombies but he'll call them walkers, banging on the side of the house moaning and groaning he closed his eyes and started to drift into a dreamless sleep which he will get very use to or will he?