Get Off My Land!

We were running as fast as we could through the deep forest. Walkers everywhere you looked. As the leader I had to assure everyone was safe. I stopped running and turned around to see if everyone had made it. As I turn I see a pool of red my heart stops and I fall to the ground. Every nerve in my body aches I cannot believe that my best friend T-dog fell victim to one of the walkers. Taken over with rage I grabbed my gun and shot every walker coming towards us. The forest suddenly became quiet. I then led the group out of the forest out in the open where it would be safer. At the edge of the forest we met a dairy farm. My emotions overcame me and I kept running until I came to the steps of the farm house. I pulled my gun out and walked up to the door. I lightly knocked. There was no answer. As I reached for the knob the door swung open to reveal an old man standing there with a shot gun pointed straight between my eyes. I withdrew my weapon calling it a truce. The old man skeptical slowly lowered his gun. With no delay I say to him "Hello Sir I am Rick Grimes." "Me and my friends seek refugee." The old man squinted at me and with a look of dismay said to me... "Get Off My Land!"