Plenty of toys and painted pictures but nothing seem to be too useful for me here. I turned my head looking around the old preschool that clearly hasn't been touched in over a year. I slowly walk from room to room, expecting thoroughly before entering anywhere. In the distance I heard a noise, like someone dropping some sort of tin or can, I ran to the door to the hallway, Vegas my Siberian husky right on my heals growling at the racket. "Shh!" I whispered holding my hand up at him thanking the lord for his intelligence and obedience. I slowly stuck my head out into the hallway looking down where the noise came from, hoping to god there wasn't any zombies lurking. I scrunched my eyes and adjusted my head positioning it so I could hear more clearly. "People" I whispered hearing quiet talking down the hall. I signalled for Vegas to follow and had no doubt he'd be in protection mode right beside me. I neared the room where the talking was coming from slowing down to be as quiet as possible, thinking about the danger of what I was doing. Back before the zombie apocalypse –as I call it, the people were mostly friendly; walking around on the streets was pretty safe but now since everything happened people have changed. Danger not only comes from the zombies but from the people that would do anything to survive.
As I leaned forward slightly for a look I jumped at the loud bark behind me. I whipped my head around and screamed without thinking, "Vegas!" I yelled as I ran in the opposite direction of the flesh eating zombie. I was running backwards not taking my eyes of the horrid creature, my heart pumping in my chest. Just as I was making my escape I heard a 'squeak' under my foot bracing myself for the fall I tripped over the toy, the zombie diving straight on top of me. It reared up just before coming down to rip my skin to pieces and I let out the last scream I would ever have shutting my eyes and giving up. Suddenly I felt and extra weight onto of my, Vegas was pulling it off while he reached out for me still trying to have me for dinner. Within a second everything went silent, I opened my eyes and saw the zombie next to me with a cross bow straight through the back of his head. I let out a relieving sigh and looked up at the man and woman before me. The first thought that came to mind is that they would kill me without a thought, the fear was strong but nothing like what I'd felt a few moments ago. The sound of Vegas growling bought me back to the moment, even though she'd have the ability to easily take them both down I signalled for her to back down, the tall tan man before me would have been quite gorgeous if he wasn't holding a bow and arrow at my head.
"Were you bit?" He yelled, running to pull the limp lifeless body off me. "No, I'm fine." I growled back, slightly embarrassed of how scared I must have looked. "Just wasn't expecting any zombies to be in here." I added wiping my shirt of the dirt and blood smeared all over it. I looked up at the sound of the two random people chuckling in my face. "Um, what's so funny?" I hissed crossing my arms and furrowing my eyebrows. "You call them zombies! That's so cute, let's go Daryl we need to get back before nightfall." The tomboy looking woman said turning on her heals to leave. I watched as she walked out the main entrance almost like she was prowling, always ready for anything unexpected to be close by.
My attention fell from her to the tall sturdy man before me, still as a corps just staring at me. "Got a name?" He asked, his voice slightly welcoming while at the same time slightly dangerous. "Of course I have a name." I hissed walking past him, Vegas on my heels. "Where are you going?" He asked stepping towards me. "You didn't even say thank you." He added not looking to please. "Thanks for saving my ass, happy?" I quipped turning back at him. His arrow swung up facing straight at my head and before I could say a word went flying straight at me not even giving me time to blink. I jumped at the thought of it hitting me, squinting me eyes shut and holding my breath for the pain. Nothing. No pain at all, only a low quick grown right behind me. I opened my eyes at the man the woman called Daryl; he was lowering his bow while walking towards me. "You're welcome." He answered, walking right by me pulling the arrow out of the zombie's eye that lay dead on the ground behind me. I sighed feeling terrible for being so rude, I was to embarrass to be nice, I had to somehow look tough after that poor incident with the zombie not five minutes ago.
"J.C." I turned sending a small smile his way as he looked back at me. "My name…" I added making sure he knew what I was talking about. "Daryl." He replied nodding before he turned and exited the abandoned building. I looked down at Vegas wondering what I should do; he looked back at me a small whine escaping his mouth. I groaned and ran out to catch up. "Wait!" I yelled, "You are the first people I've seen in over six months. I've been alone all this time and I've hardly survived. I'm not the one to beg for my life but I can assure you I don't have enough in me to last much longer out here by myself." I admitted. The woman stepped forward pointing at Vegas, "Good thing you aren't alone." I looked down at him then back to her. "Seriously?" I growled. "You are just going to leave me here?" I couldn't believe it, how cold does someone have to be to just leave someone on his or her own in the middle of an apocalypse. "Well you clearly wouldn't be any use to us, you did nearly get killed by that walker in there. It was slow and weak and it still got the jump on you. You'd only slow us down." She exclaimed shrugging her shoulders as if she didn't really care and had done this many times before. "That's for Rick to decide." Daryl added in. "I only have a motorbike which means even if I did come back for you the dog would have to stay." I glowered at him hearing Vegas send a low growl his way. "Thanks for the option of leaving my best friend behind but I have a car just off the main road waiting for my return. You lead the way and we will follow." I begun to walk in the direction of my car hearing the motorbike start just behind me.
