I watched Jane die. I could have saved her.
"Die, bitch!" Jesse yelled as he hit the corpse in the head with his already bloody baseball bat.
The corpse shared a striking resemblance to Mr. White, an ugly ass bald head and broken glasses. He had shards of glass in his glossy eyes. The corpse was also wearing an outfit that looked like something Mr. White would wear.
But he was dead. Everyone was fucking dead. His family, his friends, everyone he'd ever known was just dead.
Jesse had been living in Georgia for a good year, that's where he'd run off to after Mr. White had saved his life.
As much as he hated Mr. White, he couldn't say that he hadn't saved him.
"You good?" The dirty redneck asked him, staring at him with a blank face.
Jesse knew he looked crazed, he felt crazy.
"Yeah."
"Good, lets go. Merle is waiting on us." Daryl said impatiently.
"Yup."
Jesse had somehow found himself with two redneck brothers when the world went to shit. He had sold drugs to the older brother, and they both had sometimes come over Jesse's place to chill when Merle got high.
Jesse hadn't gotten high in a very long time. He wanted to, after that one night. But he didn't. He'd occasionally smoke weed every once in a while.. Well, he did. Now the only thing that really mattered was surviving.
"Damn, baby brother, I was starting to think tweaker got you killed." Merle said with a grin.
"Yo, quit calling me tweaker." Jesse said rolling his eyes.
He was exhausted. He hadn't slept in two days. He couldn't sleep.
"Trip to Atlanta shouldn't take that much longer." Daryl said ignoring both of them.
"How do we even know this place is safe? What if they're all dead?" Jesse asked rubbing his temples.
"Have some hope, tweaker." Merle laughed.
"Yo bitch, call me tweaker one more time."
"And what? You'll threaten to kill me? Remember what happened last time?" Merle laughed even harder then.
Once Jesse had threatened to kill Merle, he put the gun right to his head. Everyone started yelling, Daryl tried to intervene and take the gun and Jesse punched him in the gut.
Daryl puked all over his floor and they all laughed their asses off.
Jesse had almost killed Merle because he made fun of his favorite cartoon. It was the fact that Merle wouldn't let up, he had come to realize he was always like that.
He didn't know how he found himself with these guys but he was glad he did. They were survivors.
"I got a couple squirrels to eat." Daryl said chucking one at him and Merle.
"Yum. My favorite meal." Jesse said sarcastically.
"You don't want it, don't fucking eat it." Daryl stated solemnly.
"Chill yo."
Jesse was too tired to argue with anyone right now. He just wanted to close his eyes for a few days.
"After this meal it's a straight drive to Atlanta." Merle said in between bites.
Jesse barley ate his squirrel and regretted leaving it on the rock he was sitting on once the truck started moving. Daryl and him were following Merle on his motorcycle.
Daryl didn't make conversation and Jesse didn't mind, he enjoyed the silence.
After about 10 minutes of driving, Jesse drifted away, dreaming of a universe where the world hadn't gone to shit and he was playing video games with Andrea and Brock.
Authors note: This story will only feature the Dixon bros from the TWD storyline. Other characters may pop up from time to time but will not play a big role in this. It is my own story, but AMC owns the characters. Enjoy.