Disclaimer: I do not own the "The Walking Dead".
~TWD~
You thought you knew fear.
Fear of the dead.
Fear of the living.
Fear of betrayal.
Fear of death.
Your heart is pounding in your throat; slowly suffocating you till you start to hyperventilate.
You feel sick to your stomach; the taste of bile in your mouth.
Sweat forms on every inch of your skin; making you feel disgusting and unclean.
Your body is shaking as if you are in a cold winter storm that only gets colder.
Your teary eyes wander, taking in the faces of your companions kneeling in a row as you are.
Each face shows an expression you have never seen before.
Is that expression on your face too?
What is it?
"Eeny... meeny... miny... moe..." And large boots stand in front of your kneeling form; a wired baseball bat pointing at your face.
You look up at the man before you.
As you look into his eyes, you know.
As the bat swings down and strikes you, blood clouding your vision and with the screams of your companions filling your ears, you know.
You thought you knew fear.
You know fear now.